| You trespassed upon my kingdom
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| And now you are in my sway
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| Which basically means
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| As a Queen of all Queens
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| I’m going to make you pay
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| (Will we be throwing him in the dungeon?
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| Or tossing him to the bear?)
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| Well, one thing for sure
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| We’ll settle the score
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| And trust me, it’s more than fair
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| Off with his shirt (yeah)
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| Strip him down
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| Don’t be shy boys, go to town
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| I’ll bet that chest
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| Is heaven blessed
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| So firm and pert
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| Off with his top (yeah)
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| Let it fly
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| Check that six-pack, it’s to die
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| Tell ever Lance and Bruce and Kurt
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| Off with his shirt
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| (Oh this is so fun, I want to fly like her too
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| Someone pick me up, go on, pick me up too)
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| Mmm, so now that you’re in my power
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| We’ll put you behind these bars
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| There you will stay
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| Taking orders all day
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| 'Til Mars is aligned with Mars
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| For our pleasure, we’ll keep you waiting
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| Who knows just how long you’ll serve
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| But baby you bet
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| You’re gonna get
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| The punishment we deserve
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| Off with his shirt (yeah)
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| That’s the deal
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| You’re a beefcake happy meal
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| Go on you guys
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| Just feast your eyes
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| Until they hurt
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| Off with his shirt (yeah)
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| ‘Til the dawn
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| Dig that lush pectoral lawn
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| Drink in those lats and traps and delts
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| And after that who knows what else
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| So save some room, boys, for dessert
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| Oh, off with his shirt |