The Queen of Hearts

You whisk through crowds with the swish of your skirts.
Children surround you and everyone bows down.
Shoulders are back and your brow is so noble.
You’re walking slowly as everyone admires you.

You are a force to be reckoned with.
A country is in your hands.
But when the doors close behind you…

The Queen of Hearts breaks a little.
The Queen of Hearts cries a little.
The Queen of Hearts sighs a little, all alone.

So many opinions are forming circles,
but chin up as you enter the courtyard.
Just like a swallow in flight in the summer,
the truth is always the hardest to capture.

And you, you have a force to be reckoned with,
a country is at your neck.
And when the doors close behind you…

The Queen of Hearts breaks a little.
The Queen of Hearts cries a little.
The Queen of Hearts sighs a little, all alone.
All alone, all alone, all alone!

Put down the stones. Put down the stones.
Put down the stones and write in the sand.
Put down the stones. Put down the stones.
Put down the stones and write in the sand.

‘Cause the Queen of Hearts breaks a little.
The Queen of Hearts cries a little.
The Queen of Hearts sighs a little, all alone.
The Queen of Hearts breaks a little.
The Queen of Hearts cries a little.
The Queen of Hearts sighs a little, all alone.

Put down the stones. Put down the stones.
Put down the stones and write in the sand.
Put down the stones. Put down the stones.
Put down the stones and write in the sand.