The Little Mermaid (1989)
If only you could glimpse the feeling that I feel. If only you would notice what I’m dying to reveal. The dreams I can’t declare, the needs I can’t deny. You’d understand them all if only you would try. All my secrets, you would learn them. All my longings, you’d return them. All my shackles, they’d be broken. Not a word would need be spoken.
Sleeping Beauty (1959)
One gift, beauty rare. Gold of sunshine in her hair. Lips that shame the red, red rose. She’ll walk with springtime wherever she goes. One gift, the gift of song. Melody her whole life long. The nightingale’s her troubadour. Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.