Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl,
But she doesn't have a lot to say.
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl,
but she changes from day to day;
I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a bellyful of wine.
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl,
Someday I'm going to make her mine.
Oh yeah, someday I'm going to make her mine.
Red velvet, velvet red,
Fur and blood, claws and red,
The queen of hearts has found another,
She squeezed it so, oh how it bled.
Blanched, shrivelled it lies at her feet,
How her flush cheeks mock it;
Crows shall be content and eat,
The royal crow seeks fresh meat.
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