I never was one for talk I keep things to myself Let everyone ramble on When people get to reminiscing I'll always be the one to listen But now I need to find those missing words. I love Princess Olivia Can't speak, I slip into trivia. To know what you feel inside Is not enough, you've got to put it across with style The literati in their cellars Perform semantic tarantellas I wish I did it half as well as them I love Princess Olivia Can't speak, I slip into trivia. She's got long red hair Her nose up in the clouds Just how did she get up there She's frosty as the face of Phineus Leaves me feeling igloominious Why's she so continuously cool? I love Princess Olivia Can't speak, I slip into trivia. I love her. She may be large