Do they tell you what you need to know?
Do the tell you life can be a blow?
Do they warn you of the people outside,
Waiting to kick you while they're by your side?
They may look sweet and helpful too,
Before you know it, you'll be blue.
There's someone waiting to catch your fall.
There's someone there waiting to trip you on your doll.
There's good and bad and in between.
You have to choose. You're the Queen.
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