My Fake Queen

your as fake as a ghost
creeping round my upstairs
and you wait until its a clear coast
to peep out you head
but you leave no sign no note
you just get up and leave
then send a letter in the post

and its a terrible thing, a terrible thing
leaving me here wandering
what we could have been
what we could have seen
when you were my queen
and i was your king

then i get up and wander around
maybe this time i will use my farmhand
you just creep round my mind
and i don't understand
 and i'm losing my command
without you here i cannot expand
not something i would have planned 

and its a terrible thing, a terrible thing
leaving me here wandering
what we could have been
what we could have seen
when you were my queen
and i was your king

and i will jog till i sweat
so i don't cry a thousand tears
and i'll be where we first met
i'll be there till you appear

and its a terrible thing, a terrible thing
leaving me here wandering
what we could have been
what we could have seen
when you were my queen
and i was your king 

The End

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