I'm afraid to write about you
Because this time I believe it to be true
I'm really falling for you
I've written about others that I've dated
About those men who my rushes have sated
And those who I called a birthday gift belated
Lately I've been all about me, me, me
But now I'm beginning to open my eyes and see
How truly happy I can be
So forgive me if nothing here seems to be about us
Everyday we seem to have some thing to discuss
But about this, please darling, do not fuss
To the world there is so much to sing
Which means, This can only be one other thing
Let me say: I'll be your Queen if you'll be my King
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