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This reign of plastic |
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That replaced the reign of gold |
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Couldn't have known that you |
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Would feel so undersold |
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If love was built on hindsight |
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Then you surely would have seen |
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You were joining hands |
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With the Tupperware Queen |
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Yes you gave a groan |
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When I took that throne |
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But can you choose a Queen |
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When you behave like a drone |
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Where the silverware's not expected |
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And certainly never been |
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That's the ideal kingdom |
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Of this Tupperware Queen |
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I didn't mean to fool you |
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Into feeling King |
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Of anything but plastic |
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And what plastic brings |
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If gold is what she had |
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It's what I could've been |
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The unaffordable dream |
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Of this Tupperware Queen |
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Yes you gave a groan |
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When I took that throne |
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But don't expect a gem |
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When you're quarrying for stone |
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Where the silverware's not expected |
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And certainty never been |
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That's the ideal kingdom |
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Of this Tupperware Queen |
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In future when that moan |
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Has turned to prone |
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And the slightest groan |
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Feels so overblown |
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Remember you're a drone |
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And the Queen however plastic |
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Runs the honeycomb |
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Runs the honeycomb |
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Honeycomb, honey, honey |
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Remember you're a drone |
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And the Queen however plastic |
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Runs the honeycomb |
