I'd like a word with your king
Ask him if he's sleeping poorly
Is there something on his conscience
That won't let him relax
Let me speak to your king
Is it just his bad advisors
Who convinced his little heart
That love wasn't all that
The people have some messages they're scared to share with him
I smuggle love up to the walls in hopes they'll let me in
If I could have an audience amidst the inner ring
I'd have him hear the poetry that poverty would sing
So please
Won't you let me speak to your king
I got what he always wanted
A watermelon flavored sonett
The sweetest one in fact
Let me speak to your king
Is it just his bad advisors
Who convinced his beating heart
That love wasn't all that
