The Palace of the Virgin Queen

Clean all the furniture and bring them down the stairs
Here comes the Virgin Queen with flowers in her hair
She watches over this pretty space
She reigns in slumber and in grace

He thinks he plays the game
And she plays it by herself
She lingers on upon
Just to store it on her realm
Here she comes in galant robes
You are here to stir her love

Now, it is midnight
And the moon shines oh so bright
In the palace of the Virgin Queen
The rule is not to be seen

She roams through the black night
That pluges the night
She sleeps in every bed and escapes the pride
As she holds a golden rose
Her heart just ready to explode

If we do anything
We just raise up her child
The one with the ruby ring
And her so calling desires
Here she stands staying closed
She just broke the main control

Now, it is midnight
And the moon shines oh so bright
In the palace of the Virgin Queen
The rule is not to be seen

The rule is not to be seen
The rule is not to be seen
The rule is not to be seen
The rule is not to be seen
The rule is not to be seen
The rule is not to be seen



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Ker, Mark Joseph Kerr, Jean-fabien Dijoud, Henri Graetz
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