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'' Being Royal, Can Be Such A Chore ''
My arrogance abounds,
When doing my rounds,
I know that the world will agree,
It also compounds,
My opulent surrounds,
Everything in life's, about me.
You think it's a flaw,
I'm above the law,
I'm sorry but I'll have to dash,
Despite what they saw,
The picture they'll draw,
No, there was no fault in that crash.
One is not being cruel,
But Andrew's a tool,
But please don't be too quick to judge,
At Epsteins school,
You obey the rule,
From lying you must never budge.
Hypocrisy it's true,
Just affects you,
For piousness I don't have a need,
To see my life through,
The riches I accrue,
Will show that, I'm guilty of greed.
All I acquire,
Is mine, not for hire,
Some say I'm totally uncaring,
I'll never tire,
To fulfil my desire,
Of showing you, I am truly uncaring.
What's mine is mine,
Your gold I'll shine,
Don't dare ask how it's obtained,
If you do, I'll decline,
So, don't cross that line,
My lifestyle must be sustained.
You've paid my wages,
Throughout the ages,
In truth, I will never know why,
As the republican rages,
I take life in stages,
With that lot I refuse to comply.
In riches I bask,
My job, don't ask,
It's enough, me you worship and adore,
Don't take me to task,
Or you'll end up in a cask,
' Being Royal Can Be Such A Chore '
When doing my rounds,
I know that the world will agree,
It also compounds,
My opulent surrounds,
Everything in life's, about me.
You think it's a flaw,
I'm above the law,
I'm sorry but I'll have to dash,
Despite what they saw,
The picture they'll draw,
No, there was no fault in that crash.
One is not being cruel,
But Andrew's a tool,
But please don't be too quick to judge,
At Epsteins school,
You obey the rule,
From lying you must never budge.
Hypocrisy it's true,
Just affects you,
For piousness I don't have a need,
To see my life through,
The riches I accrue,
Will show that, I'm guilty of greed.
All I acquire,
Is mine, not for hire,
Some say I'm totally uncaring,
I'll never tire,
To fulfil my desire,
Of showing you, I am truly uncaring.
What's mine is mine,
Your gold I'll shine,
Don't dare ask how it's obtained,
If you do, I'll decline,
So, don't cross that line,
My lifestyle must be sustained.
You've paid my wages,
Throughout the ages,
In truth, I will never know why,
As the republican rages,
I take life in stages,
With that lot I refuse to comply.
In riches I bask,
My job, don't ask,
It's enough, me you worship and adore,
Don't take me to task,
Or you'll end up in a cask,
' Being Royal Can Be Such A Chore '
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`` Being Royal, Can Be Such A Chore ``
`` Being Royal, Can Be Such A Chore ``
