That warms me like no other
What is it about the words
That flow without a stutter?
What is it about the melody
That flow without a stutter?
What is it about the melody
A soothing mockingbird's song
A cheerful cry, a bitter sob
A cold sad sigh, a soulful throb
King of the senses
Queen of emotions
Throne of romances
Asylum for the heartbroken
To feel his touch, that silky soft skin
His warm embrace, all warm and lean
His Majesty's voice is like a deep rooted echo
Bewitching and stunning, he is a sight to behold.
The happy flock to celebrate with her,
The cold and hard cannot withstand her gleam
She brings them to tears, heavenly are her words,
She caresses the heartstrings of the depressed and injured.
Your Royal Highness, how you make us laugh!
Watch out, O men, for she too can be sharp...
Men are entranced, however, by the beauty of the sedan
Upon which the royalty grace with pride imbued
It whispers sweet songs, of true love and beyond
Of couples and kisses, and oh--! How rude!
Along comes the Prince, skipping with a cheeky grin
He teases and pleases, chess games in mind
The Prince claps his hands; his power unknown
The courtiers turn beetroot red, their covers exposed.
The weeping now enter, begging for a place,
For some food, for some drink, for a fireplace
To heal from the frostbite of the Winter War
Bleeding hearts, stabbed souls and broken love galore.
They cast a dark look upon the beautiful sedan,
Clothed in all its glory, and promises abundant
They scream at it to be silent, branding it a whore
Refusing to see truth, until they hurt no more.
What a portrait, what a beauty
Is this family of Royalty.
What is it about their melody,
That sings and soothes and feels,
What is this, their hidden royalty,
Oh, the power that it wields!
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