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O' beloved king, or should I say prince aspiring
How cute it is to see you sing of weddings and rings
Where the other princes seek freedom for flings
But are you so sure you wish to tie me down with a metal band
Is it truly my nature you proclaim to understand
Maybe I'm meant to be eternally free, said a songbird to me
But who's to say we can't get tipsy in an orchard, together
And spend a little time studying celestial weather
Maybe I can be a vineyard of grapes and feed you
Or maybe I'm a tipsy maiden who needs you to knead me
Or am I a brooding muse who wants you to finally free me
Whose to say, who can see, who measures in ledgers
Chastity at the end of eternity
Would you rather sojourn in me and feel my burning frost
Would you like to get tipsy at my ambrosia breast, then rest
Would you like to get lost in an orchard and count with me eons
While we send peons for quests to fetch us carefully crafted snacks
While I teach you how a passionate muse makes her lover bard relax
No more talk about weddings, or rings, just sing to me you fool, so pretty
Don't be upset just come and get ambrosia tipsy with me quite quickly
Let's make a few mistakes, the other boys hearts might break
But I will pretend to have a fever and you can help me rehearse sickly
Now come and affect me, and with vineyard lips kill me, then resurrect me
Come and know freedom inside of your not a bride, so lovely
Come and be a rainbow to my celestial dove and dive deep inside
My heart and other places too, and hold me and sing with pride
Isn't this embrace, face to face, more lovelier than a king and queen grace
Or do you suppose royalty to have some silk softer than my own
No, little prince, as I hold you, so then are you enmeshed by a throne
No, little stone, as I squeeze you, and moan, the skies you've flown
Would you rather sojourn in me and feel my burning frost
Would you like to get tipsy at my ambrosia breast, then rest
Would you like to get lost in an orchard and count with me eons
While we send peons for quests to fetch us carefully crafted snacks
While I teach you how a passionate muse makes her lover bard relax
Now come and affect me, and with vineyard lips kill me, then resurrect me
Come and know freedom inside of your not a bride, so lovely
Come and be a rainbow to my celestial dove and dive deep inside
My heart and other places too, and hold me and sing with pride,
Isn't this embrace, face to face, more lovelier than a king and queen grace,
Or do you suppose royalty to have some silk softer than my own,
No, little prince, as I hold you, so then are you enmeshed by a throne
No, little stone, as I squeeze you, and moan, the skies you've flown