What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double? She can't hold a candle...

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.