There was a girl from the middle of nowhere
Utterly plain, a little blip
She sang alone in her bedroom
Wild acclaim from those four walls

But she didn't want to be there
But she didn't want to be there
But she didn't want to be there
At all

She had the voice of a goddess
Strings winds and horns inside her chest
Hour after hour she would struggle
Till her voice became her royal realm

She wanted just to be there
Only wanting to leave there
Really wanted to leave there
Forever more

She headed west, the wild direction
No longer plain, no longer plump
The men are on her doorstep
Many men are on her doorstep
Her voice had brought her beauty
And set her free
But she never listened to those men
Who came and whispered
You're a flame to me
A flame to me
A flame to me
A flame to me
She was a queen, did meet a king
Who'd put her brand new palace
In jeopardy
In jeopardy
In jeopardy

A queen should never be a moth to a flame

I have a wonderful gift and a beautiful child
People adore me and I adore this man but
Something's wrong