You can be my queen, Sing me songs through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, your kiss on the breeze, And giggle at the nothings that you to me;
And you can hold my till the, shows a man; or just until I learn to stand; It aint as you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those tears I take them back;
I'm so fucking sick and tired; of writing my loneliness, And making every song like "if only she notice this"; I try to catch these when they're broken winged, Cause I tell 'em how I feel I feel like a total dick;
And that's the truth, we objectify 'em, Till none of them are perfect and the rest of them lying; And the whole time while we know on consignment, We act as if we buy them by investing in diamond;
And you can try to keep your 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 they forced me to fall under their spells; (uh)
But you can be my queen, Sing me love songs through the in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch kiss on the breeze, And giggle at the that you whisper to me,
And you can my hand till the Mirror shows a man; or until I learn to stand; It aint as though you make it clear, So you can hold those tears till I them back;
say that money can't buy happiness, But it can buy women, now that so accurate? And now you're acting the fact that you were actually, The devil in disguise was just a note from the asterix;
And I know if I imagined it, But I feel I lost myself in your bag magic tricks; I see your like an addicts hit, Bury my bones in the hat where that lives;
And there's nothing to gained through me around, Cause she just another angel her head 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 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 hold my till the Mirror shows a man; or just I learn to stand; It aint as you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those tears I take them back;
I'm sick of chasing them around in hedge maze, I'm for a lover I'm not searching for a best mate; And I don't mean to hold you down with dead weight; But little miss is screaming for a till she's red faced;
And I don't that I'm the type to ignore them, because I'm weak, or maybe because they're awesome; Got girls on the and women up in my chorus, So I'll sing 'em till nothing is more important;
Cause you can be my queen, Sing me songs through the wind in the trees, sit alone, catch your kiss on the breeze, And giggle at the that you whisper to me,
And you can my hand till the Mirror shows a man; or until I learn to stand; It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold those till I take them back;
Love, aint that the of desperation, Where you recognize their faces you reach the devils basement; Love, that the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the devils
Love, aint that the of desperation, you recognize their faces when you reach the devils basement; Love, aint the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize faces when you reach the devils basement;
So then I went to mcdonalds, and I went up to the 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