I’m running out of coal, inside my house is cold
My daughter is so young and I am getting so damn old
I wish that I could live forever, to see my grand-kids grow
Take them to the park and play with them in the snow
Her mother is so beautiful; I love to see her face
Don’t have to run no race; she is already in first place
She’s my Queen; I am her King – that’s just the way it is
This world is full of hatred; don’t want to see us live
My treasures are all here; I love you my dear
The way you walk, the way you talk, and how you wear your hair
I love my Princess and my Queen, the world best know I do
And if a person tries to hurt them, this is what I’ll do
You’ll just be missing! !
I hope you’re listening! ! ................................
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