Someone's King

The reason for my every directive
Her smile and tears constructive instructive
And her love for me I cannot deny
Sweet as pie, home, where ever her arms lie
Unknown and unwanted to the masses
A welcome stored for the highest classes
Who I am to them is but King to her

The foundation for my every manner
Her joy and sadness the mattress Mayor
And her love for me I cannot deny
Sweet as pie, home, where ever her arms lie
There’s no need to tiptoe through the masses
My welcome stored for the highest classes
What I am to them is but King to her