My Crown
I looked down and there you were
I'm awake at crack of dawn
I'm also amazed as I walk in new places
And then sit down
Looking at the pound, on the ground
Yet I'm glad there are no more frowns
Today I bought a new gown with British descent was fifty pounds
I love the look in your face when you spin around
And I love to bake my own cakes when no one is around
And admiring those who eat out of town
Living simply is allowed
Protecting those who I love is my Crown
My crown , my crown ,
A Crown not a crowd. And even if I am awake at the crack of dawn
I'm still amazed by the new faces and there I sit down
Acquainted with laughter instead of frowns
Gazing at evry new passenger in our town
While I stood around , and there I was in my new shiny gown.
I almost forgot the price of wearing the accessory of a Crown
Everytime I shown love to those around
There it stood out in my whereabouts in the new town.
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