my kingdom

 

I'm the king of all I can see

With my glasses that's three feet in front of me

 

You could be my queen

Preparing the royal jelly for tea

 

We'd spend our days on ikea beds

Texting requests to an army of apps

 

Anything you could think of is at your command

Don't let a poor imagination get in the way of demands

 

Sometimes we do good 

Sometimes we don’t

Royal urges 

Spring from our guts

 

What’s the mystery of our wealth

How do we pull it off

No one's seen the treasure

Hidden in our hearts

 

We could go to work ironically

Just to remember how the people live

 

Toiling away at our dreams

With a little credit magic we keep up the image

 

Traveling the kingdom in a rented car

Staying for the weekend on a duke’s floor

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