When three words can mean
Entire worlds of things, from
Experiencing bliss, to
A final reckoning...

Its difficult to express
What you mean to me, when
Words aren't enough, or
We're too busy to kiss...

With rough times up ahead
Work never ends, still
It only makes sense to
Spend my money on gifts

Sip on honey and juice,
Sweet liquor and jewels
Anything that you dream
Ill see is produced, cause

You are my Queen, so (its only fair that)
Ill be fit as a King, then
Ill pry open the world
Just to gift you the pearl,
You see

These three words, to me,
They mean everything
From *** and ecstasy, to
Loss and suffering, but...

Despite the distortion
And **** the fear in me, because
You are all I've been missing, and
I think Im ready to say...
Those three words again.