Royal Treatment
A song made by Mrs changala
Royal Treatment
A song made by Mrs changala
Oh, the crown he wears, though invisible to me
He walks through the door with a thunderous scowl
Like the world has committed some terrible foul
Demands my devotion, my honor, my praise
While his wallet stays locked through the financial maze
A king with no kingdom, a lord with no gold
Yet expects me to bow as the stories are told
Give me respect, he says with a frown
Build up my throne, place the crown on my crown
But the bills go unpaid and the cupboards run bare
While he's moody and brooding, lost in his despair
Oh, my love, my love, where's the partnership here?
You want royal treatment, but darling, it's clear
A furnace of anger that no one can tame
But heaven forbid if I mention his name
Without lavish praise for his sorrow-filled soul
While I'm bleeding my pockets to reach any goal
A paradox, darling, in flesh and in bone
Respect without effort, a king on a throne
Give me respect, he demands with a sigh
Elevate my worth to the stars and the sky
But the sacrifice's mine and the burden is real
While you're counting your grievances, nursing your feel
Oh, my love, my love, where's the balance we need?
You want reverence poured like a never-ending seed
The crown still awaits, though the treasury's dry
Waiting, always waiting, beneath a gray sky
