Marked out, cut it out, the horror is presented in colour
Your majesty. Your broken wing felled right before our eyes
For ages we present the result
Again I am lacking in words
I search for the correct response
Wanting and full of remorse
Who knows where I draw the line?
And history repeats, we laugh at the situation
Your quirks of speech, your funny ways
And insistence on wearing clothes backwards
Reverting to type, despising of weakness
It's only a sign of human frailty
She bites her lip, and I'm supposed to interpret it