The Palace of the Virgin Queen

Clean all the furniture and bring them down the stairs Here comes the Virgin Queen with flowers in her hair She watches over this pretty space She reigns in slumber and in grace He thinks he plays the game And she plays it by herself She lingers on upon Just to store it on her realm Here she comes in galant robes You are here to stir her love Now, it is midnight And the moon shines oh so bright In the palace of the Virgin Queen The rule is not to be seen She roams through the black night That pluges the night She sleeps in every bed and escapes the pride As she holds a golden rose Her heart just ready to explode If we do anything We just raise up her child The one with the ruby ring And her so calling desires Here she stands staying closed She just broke the main control Now, it is midnight And the moon shines oh so bright In the palace of the Virgin Queen The rule is not to be seen The rule is not to be seen The rule is not to be seen The rule is not to be seen The rule is not to be seen The rule is not to be seen The rule is not to be seen