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