I don't want a boyfriend
I want a subject
And i don't wanna be your queen
I'm gonna be your king
So you better get down on your knees
God save the king
God save the king
I serve no church
I answer to no man
Sooner be cursed
And then get some revenge
Everyone knows my V is for vendetta
No apologies
You treat me like i'm a nobody
My core is ice
I'd maybe give a shit
Three years ago
Now you can only fathom
Serendipity
None of what's to come is random for thee
My hand lies in everything
I don't want a boyfriend
I want a subject
And i don't wanna be your queen
I'm gonna be your king
So you better get down on your knees
You'd burn me at the stake like a witch
But i'd come back and terrorize your sleep
Everyone knows the 21st century
All is politics
I don't want a boyfriend
I want a subject
And i don't wanna be your queen
I'm gonna be your king
So you better get down on your knees
I don't wanna be underestimated
I would rather be a freak
Sooner walk alone than settle for the love of a narcissist
Does it tickle when I say I wanna be king?
It's a wordplay but well if it's tickling
Tell that to Beth I
Tell that to Beth II
It's a wordplay but well if it's tickling
God save the king
