Don’t call me princess. Treat me like a queen. Can I get a yes, your majesty?

Girl with green eyes, she makes me feeling blue.

I plucked a rose, a pretty rare, I placed her on a throne. Within my heart, and there I dare, to worship her alone.

She plays sad songs on her guitar of places she had been. Chained by darkness , tearful eyes.

I am a woman. so Don’t underestimate this Power.

Spit it out All you wanna do is drag me down, all I wanna do is stamp you out.

Let me tell ya ‚bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees. And the moon up above and a thing called love.

Life is a card game,
the hand you’ve been dealt,
is what you’ve got.

waiting for you with flowers and cake.

the dead speak und the living listen to the stories.

I scream. Nothing’s seen. Reality is a bad dream.

The deep sighs of fall send chills across the daisies.

I can move my face but my body’s paralyzed. It’s dripping down my cheeks but there’s nothing left to cry.