Shiver, quiver, love the thorns on my liver
Chin up, dance to the tedious backdrop
Hail the divinity of where I belong---
even if my rib cage breaks at every breathe,
even if my lungs seize
My tiara can't fall— won't fall,
acts should be flawless— will be flawless
The standard I should make a rendezvous with
Quintessential royalty I am
Blue blood can't drip— won't drip
