Lyrics
Orphans and thrones, do I feel alone
How very presumptuous you seem to me
For all you know, I've been waiting like a stone
For a wedding stone, and I am happily childfree
Musicians may look up towards me and my veena
But are you so sure I'm already a mother
Maybe I'm a celestial nymph in need of a worthy Greek brother
Did you not in childhood study mythology
Maybe I'm akin to Persephone, in a dark prison
And need a brave young warrior to come and rescue me
Or maybe I'm celestial bliss itself, and my lips are wealth
Do you wish to be drunk on the wine from my vine
Am I your alcohol, you silly fool, or a maternal mistress cruel
Or neither, maybe I'm just a moody muse who likes to defuse
The lack of erotic tension with allusion to a silk suspension
Don't make me feel old, just bare your songs bold,
Come and be my bard, sing to me, your head in my lap
Take a victory lap and laugh, and smile with a princess
Maybe I need you to help make a queen out of me
Or else I haven't lost the art of flirting with men thirsting
For milk or wine or ambrosia or any other goddess nectar
I'm not an ancient ghost on a throne, I'm your virgin spectre
Are you brave enough to come and inspect her, come and see
If I'm a youthful Aphrodite, ocean wet and ready
Now don't go and insult me with more honeymoon songs
Or old man's reflections on philosophical husband wrongs
Come and be free, and entwine with me, I'm still young
Your line about my progeny almost stung
Now be a good prince and earn my forgiveness
With a kiss that makes me feel like a young music goddess
And worry less, worry less, actually, I rather like to undress
How else do I get mystical devotionals from aspiring bards and poets
The best songs don't tell of a goddess; they truly show it
Let's be a prince and a princess together in my celestial weather
And you'll be a king before you even know it
Don't make me feel old, just bare your songs bold
Come and be my bard, sing to me, your head in my lap