ELIZABETH
Yesterday they crowned my head
Anointed me as Queen
The girl that I once was is dead
And what is here
Must never be ... seen

Bring our robes
As we leave bed
Do not look, not once
Or it's your head!

Each day at dawn when I choose to arise

For one moment I'll stand here revealed:
Something female men crave and despise
Which must now be concealed

Men in England think a female can't rule
They think women lack the masculine will to lead
If my sex distracts them - I am no fool
They will only see the monarch they need