*Intro until the Guitar*
Your majesty,
If that’s really
what you wanna be,
Well I’ll
tell you how it’s gonna be:
I’m through,
of sticking up for you
I even
thought your thoughts for you.
I wrote down
all you wanted me
And
publicized all your fantasies.
You think
you know what’s really going on
But you’ve
got the whole world wrong!
And though I
agree with unrealities,
You won’t
get any support from me
Because I no
longer believe in these
—These stupid ideas!
You are not a
royalty
You aren’t even
a kind prince
You really
aren’t that dashing
Because you’re
a rake.
And always
will be,
You’re the
lesser sex,
You keep
thinking
How you want
To believe
It’s up to you
I don’t care;
I don’t want
to
Hear any
more from you.
But me and
all my girlies,
Well,
We’ll rule
the world.
So,
Don’t try to
mess
This
Politic game
we’re in.
(Where you’re
a pawn)
You have no
place
In
The scheme
of things.
You’re just
a tool
To
perpetuate
All of their
lusty fantasies.
You’re a
piece of rhetoric,
And you’re
so terribly ‘motional,
It gets in
the way
From having
what you want to have.
See, you won’t
get any sympathy
From me and
all my friends
No, none at
all.
--Quit
playing drama queen,
No one cares!
You can’t,
Get away
with being mean
You’ll just
get hurt,
And a bunch
of stares.
Quit picking
fights
And holding
grudges
Forever.
You bitch.
You wine.
Complain
about the times,
And think
life’s just that way.
Well,
You’re the
one who made decisions
For it to be,
And,
I want no
part of it.
Even
if it means
trading
my white dress
for
a black one.
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