A King and a Queen

If you want to see and be seen, then be seen
 Your dress is dark red
 And your opening eyes are bright green, make a scene
 But don't lie on the bed, laid out like you're dead
 Because honey, you're murdering me
 Be a little sheep learning who'll shear and who'll feed
 The hands come and they leave
 Be hands holding a knife. Be a being on two feet
 With his heart trembling
 Butchering for a king he believes in though he's never seen
 Ladadada
 Be the princess in that stone tower
 Crying for that handsome butcher's plight
 And, as some princess might
 She still calls him a knight
 But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen
 You're all that I need.
 Though I know that it never can be, I'd be pleased
 To post your decrees, to fall at your knees
 To name all your streets and to sit down and weep
 When you're carried back through them and set down to sleep
 And to lie by your side for sublime centuries
 Til we crumble to dust
 When we're crushed by a single sunbeam