Book & Lyrics by James Lapine
You're not good.
You're not bad.
You're just nice.
I was raised to be charming, not sincere.
There's a dwarf standing guard !
There's no possible way to describe what you feel, when you're talking to your meal.
Anything can happen in the woods.
Hello, little girl.
Oh, good friends, I need your help now more than ever.