| Just a little boy in a big girls land,
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| Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back,
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| Throwing arrows at the window,
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| But they’re not getting in though,
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| You made a move too late,
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| And now you’re in checkmate
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| Bugging like a fly against my window pane,
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| Pain is what you gave me when you left that day,
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| That day I made a promise,
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| To raise my fisty cuffs,
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| You won’t fool me twice,
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| Once is quite enough
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| Cause you’re just a little boy in a big girls land,
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| Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back,
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| Throwing arrows at the window,
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| But they’re not getting in though,
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| You made a move too late,
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| And now you’re in checkmate
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| Someone stupid told me that romance was dead,
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| They took him to the tower and cut off his head,
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| But I don’t believe it,
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| And I’ve got the proof,
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| Standing right beside me,
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| When I compare him to you
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| You’re just a little boy in a big girls land,
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| Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back,
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| Throwing arrows at the window,
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| But they’re not getting in though,
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| You made a move too late,
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| And now you’re in checkmate
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| Oh you’re never gonna make it over these walls of mine
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| You should runaway,
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| Cause you’ll never get past me and my army, my army,
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| Yea you should runaway,
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| Cause you’ll never get past me and my army, my army,
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| Yea you should runaway,
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| Cause you’ll never get past me and my army, my army,
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| You should runaway,
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| Cause you’ll never get past me and my army, my army
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| You’re just a little boy in a big girls land,
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| Playin' at being king I took my kingdom back,
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| Throwing arrows at the window,
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| But they’re not getting in though,
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| You made a move too late,
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| And now you’re in checkmate |