Maggot:
[singing]
What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double?
Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile!
The Corpse Bride:
How about a pulse?
Maggot:
Overrated by a mile!
Maggot, Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
Overvalued! Overblown! If he only knew the you that we know!
Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring.
Maggot:
[singing]
And she doesn't play piano,
Maggot, Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
Or dance, or sing. No she doesn't compare!
The Corpse Bride:
But she still breaths air...
Maggot, Black Widow Spider:
Who cares?
Maggot:
Unimportant!
Maggot, Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
Overrated! Overblown! If only he could see how special you can be; if he only knew the you that we know.
The Corpse Bride:
[singing]
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same. And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead; yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real, and it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
Maggot:
[singing]
The sole redeeming feature from that little creature is that she's alive.
Black Widow Spider:
Overrated!
Maggot:
Overblown!
Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
Everybody knows that's just a temporary state, which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate.
Maggot:
Who cares?
Black Widow Spider:
Unimportant!
Maggot, Black Widow Spider:
[singing]
Overrated! Overblown! If only he could see how special you can be; if he only knew the you that we know.
The Corpse Bride:
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching; thou it doesn't beat, it's breaking; and the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real. I know that I am dead; yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
