You can be my queen, Sing me songs through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch kiss on the breeze, And at the nothings that you whisper to me;
And you can my hand till the, Mirror shows a or just until I learn to stand; It aint as you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take them
I'm so fucking sick and tired; of 'bout my loneliness, And making every song like "if she would notice this"; I try to catch these birds when they're winged, when I tell 'em how I feel I feel like a total dick;
And the truth, still we objectify 'em, Till none of them are perfect and the rest of them were And the whole time while we they're on consignment, We act as if we buy by investing in some diamond;
And you can try to keep fairies in that glass jar, But Tinkerbelle's a mistress who'll you to her card sharks; And while I'd to put the blame someone else, It aint as though they forced me to fall under spells; (uh)
But you can be my queen, Sing me love songs through the in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch your on the breeze, And giggle at the nothings that you to me,
And you can hold my hand the Mirror shows a man; or just until I learn to It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take them
They say that money buy happiness, But it can buy women, now isn't so accurate? And now you're acting like the fact that you actually, The devil in disguise was just a foot from the asterix;
And I don't if I imagined it, But I feel like I lost in your bag magic tricks; I see your lips like an hit, Bury my in the hat where that rabbit lives;
And there's nothing to through me messing around, Cause she just another angel with her in the clouds; So until we ways cause I'm dead in the ground, Take it all you can wear that crown;
Cause you can be my queen, Sing me love songs the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch kiss on the breeze, And at the nothings that you whisper to me,
And you can hold my hand the Mirror shows a man; or just until I learn to It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take back;
I'm sick of chasing them around in this maze, I'm for a lover I'm not searching for a best mate; And I don't to hold you down with this dead weight; But little miss is screaming for a friend till red faced;
And I don't think I'm the type to ignore them, Maybe because I'm weak, or maybe because awesome; Got girls on the mind and up in my chorus, So I'll sing about 'em till is more important;
you can be my invisible queen, Sing me songs through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, your kiss on the breeze, And at the nothings that you whisper to me,
And you can hold my hand the Mirror shows a man; or just until I learn to It aint as you didn't make it clear, So you can those tears till I take them back;
Love, aint that the of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the devils Love, that the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the basement;
Love, aint the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces you reach the devils basement; Love, aint the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize faces when you reach the devils basement;
So I went to mcdonalds, and I went up to the girl at the counter and I said, you can be my partially visible queen... my opaque princess if you will... and she was, she was down with it