The Glamour
There’s Queens and there’s Kings
Yet so many things
Get trapped and caught up in the day
They really don’t see
The you and the me
The flutter, the flitter, the fray
Our lives are our own
Yet so many know
Only glamour, the glit and the glee
A lie, truth be told
But some day, when old
We’ll make fun of ourselves and be free
How the World Should Work 