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 hold my till the, Mirror shows a man; or just I learn to stand; It aint as though you make it clear, So you can those tears till I take them back;
I'm so sick and tired; of writing 'bout my loneliness, And every song like "if only she would notice this"; I try to catch these when they're broken winged, Cause when I tell 'em how I I feel like a total dick;
And that's the truth, still we 'em, none of them are perfect and the rest of them were lying; And the whole time while we they're 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 feed you to her sharks; And I'd love to put the blame someone else, It aint as though 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 nothings that you to me,
And you can hold my till the Mirror shows a or just until I learn to stand; It aint as though you didn't it clear, So you can hold tears till I take them back;
say that money can't buy happiness, But it can buy women, now isn't that so And now you're acting like the fact that you actually, The devil in disguise was just a note from the asterix;
And I don't know if I it, But I feel like I lost myself in bag magic tricks; I see your lips like an hit, my bones in the hat where that rabbit lives;
And there's nothing to gained through me around, she just another angel with 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 love through the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch 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 though you make it clear, So you can hold those tears till I take back;
I'm sick of chasing them around in hedge maze, I'm looking for a I'm not searching for a best mate; And I don't mean to hold you down with this dead But little miss is screaming for a till she's red faced;
And I don't think that I'm the type to 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;
you can be my invisible queen, Sing me love songs the wind in the trees, I'll sit alone, catch your on the breeze, And giggle at the that you whisper to me,
And you can hold my till the shows a man; or just until I learn to stand; It as though you didn't make it clear, So you can hold those tears till I them back;
Love, aint the feeling of desperation, Where you recognize their faces you reach the devils basement; Love, aint the feeling of desperation, Where you their faces when 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, Where you recognize their faces when you reach the devils
So then I went to mcdonalds, and I went up to the girl at the and I said, you can be my partially visible queen... my opaque princess if you will... and she was, she was down with it