I know we can’t happen
The caste system is well alive
You are up on high
And I am down low
Yet, you have none of the snobbery
You talk to peasants like me
Royalty doesn’t exist in America
So, they say
But the nobility hasn’t met
The guillotine yet
You are most likely going
To be on his arm again
Second times are the norm
After a storm
At this land of love
Someday, my kind
Will shine
But until then
You own my heart
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