Used to be a major scale,
But the melody went stale,
Musical cacophony let,
Insy Winsy spider free.
You're a rich little boy,
Who's had to work for his toys,
You've got all the sensibilities, oh,
Of an upper class guy.
No, no I'm not your little slave,
No I don't twist and turn that way,
Only got bad things to say,
You're always asking what is up, up with me,
Could never tell you what happened,
The day I turned seventeen,
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen,
Oh, you were embarrassed of me,
'Cause I used my tongue freely,
Bet you wish I couldn't speak,
'Cause when I do, you know,
I tell you why you appear weak.
You want a hassle free life?
Go get your upper class wife,
She's got all the personality, oh
Of a lemon that has been.
Truly sucked dry.
You teach me how to behave,
I felt you question the way,
I was brought up as a baby,
Well you don't know fuck about my family.
Could never tell you what happened
The day I turned seventeen
The rise of a king and the fall of a queen
Oh seventeen (seventeen),
The rise of the king and the fall of a queen,
Never felt like a princess,
I used to kill myself in this dress,
That it was just how things,
Were meant to be,