You stand and wear your crown,
Up high.
You're always looking down,
From your castle in the sky.
You are on cloud nine,
Stuck in your little fantasy.
You are doing just fine.

Followed around by your heels,
By each one of your loyal servants.
Each hair flip reels,
One more person subservient.
You put others down,
"Sure your life's so hard."
To scared to take of the crown,
And let down your guard.

There's a queen behind,
Every princess.
There voice tyrant,
But that doesn't make anyone less.
Being above you can push,
Them all down, shove and shove.
But you are going to fall,
Like the rest of us.