SIX

We're one of a kind, no category
Too many years lost in his story
We're free to take our crown and glory
For five more minutes
We're SIX

Alright, queens, should we do a little histo-rewrite?
Yeah, Aragon, do you wanna go first?
I guess I could, for a change, let's go!
Clap your hands up there, c'mon
Here we go

He got down on one knee
But I said, "No way"
Packed my bags and moved into a n-n-nunnery
Joined the gospel choir
Our riffs were on fire
At the top of the charts is where I'm gonna stay

Henry sent me a poem about my green sleeves
I changed a couple words, put it on a sick beat
The song blew their minds
Next minute, I was signed
And now I'm writing lyrics for Shakesy-P

Since my first son, my family's grown
We made a band and got quite well known
You could perhaps call us, "The Tudor Von Trapps"
I'm just kidding, we're called, "The Royaling Stones"

We're one of a kind, no category
Too many years lost in his story
We're free to take our crown and glory
For five more minutes
We're SIX

(Oh, hang on, ok) ok, I got it, I got this (let's go)

What a shame that my face
It cost me the crown
So I moved to the (Haus of Holbein) in my hometown
His friends were super arty
But I showed 'em how to party
Now on my tour of Prussia, everybody gets down

Music man tried it on
And I was like, "Bye"
So I thought, who needs him?
I can give it a try
I learned everything
Now all I do is sing
And I'll do that until I die

Heard all about these rockin' chicks
Loved every song and each remix
So I went out and found them
We laid down an album
Now, I don't need your love
All I need is SIX (aw, that was really-)

We're one of a kind, no category
Too many years lost in his story
We're free to take our crown and glory
For five more minutes
We're SIX (ooh!)

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we're SIX
Whoa-oh-oh-ah, we're SIX
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
For four more minutes

It's the end of the show, of the histo-remix
We switched up the flow and we changed the prefix
Everybody knows that we used to be SIX wives
But we wanna say before we drop the curtain
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
All that we know is that we used to be SIX wives

But now we're one of a kind, no category
Too many years lost in his story
We're free to take our crown and glory
For three more minutes (yeah, get your hands up, let's go)

We're one of a kind, no category
Too many years lost in his story
We're free to take our crown and glory
For two more minutes
We're SIX

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we're SIX
Whoa-oh-oh-ah, we're SIX
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

For five, four, three, two
One more minute
We're SIX