True.

She treats me like a British king.
Or like an emperor of the Chinese dynasty of Ming.
When i say jump she asks how high.
When i am sad for i she does cry.
She thinks the sun shines out of my ass.
But in reality there is only noxious gas.
She says i am her one and only.
And says without me she would sing only the lonely.
Everyday she’s by my side.
From her presence i can not hide.
In reality i am a lucky man.
To have this woman who’s name is Esmeralda.