You're welcome to be the king of the land,
Your growl can be the lion's roar in darkness...
You're welcome to level countries to the ground
And etch your name in history.
If you're looking for a ruler at your side
I'm not the girl to woo...
I have no interest in being queen,
I'd rather kneel for you.
Queens are majestic, beautiful,
They're what poets write,
They sit still and entertain
And they're beings of light.
Let me be your pawn, the court assassin
I want to drip some blood,
I'll bring your enemies to their knees
And rip them from within.
Let me be your taster, try your sweets,
I'll be the first to go...
I'll take your poisons, save your soul
And I'd love to die for you.
Let me be your mistress, share your bed,
Tie me, use me, hurt me...
I'll fulfill your every need
And steal from you your every sin.
Let me be your court's own doctor,
Let me heal your wounds,
I'll take from you your every hurt
And make you just like new.
Let me be your only adviser,
I'll win your every war...
I'll drown the battlefields in blood
And make you the world's ruler.
Don't make me queen, that's not for me,
I'm made for so much more,
I'm made for bruises and for cuts,
I'm made to build you into history
But I won't rule with you.
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