Now this is a story
all about how my life
worked out quite well till now
I’d like to take a minute
To set the scene
I’ll tell how I totally lucked out
And became the Queen
In the heart of mayfair
Born and raised
Being royal was how I spent
most of my days
Till on safari, I was chilling out
Relaxing up a tree
When I heard a couple of rings; it was the phone don’t you see
The news wasn’t good, pops had kicked the royal bucket
I said to Phil, time to fly back, safari’s ruined, fuck it
They flew me back to blighty I was feeling quite low
I was only twenty-five don’t you know
But getting to be monarch is a chance that’s quite rare
So I thought let’s do it, smack that crown on my hair
I kept going for some decades, then got up to the sixth
On the way I’ve had to deal with problems including one mad bitch
But now I look at my kingdom, I have only one care
I have to stay on my throne, because Charles is my heir
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vladimir, Sun 3 Jun 2012, 21:25,
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