She wrestles with a King in an age of war
Grapples them till their knees buckle
The crowds they cheer
The King is down, she takes his crown
Now the crowd will know fear
She turns to them, they salute
She can’t help but think their allegiance is cute
They don’t know her plans for them
They don’t know this fatal femme
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