Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Jonathan Richman
Well I easy laugh and I easy cry
Well I'm soft inside and she's partly why
I used to yearn but now I sing
And since she's my queen
Well that makes me king
And she and I are like brother and sister
I get to be her companion
And learn her secrets
Well they've put us side by side to live
Well these days of joy, I stand and laugh
I still get grateful just thinking of how she's my other half
And since we're like birdies, well this must be spring
And since she's my queen
Well that makes me king
And she and I are like brother and sister
I get to be her companion
And share her secrets
They've put us side by side to live
These days of joy, I shake my head
Well I stand there grateful just watching her staying there
Laying there in bed
Since we're like music, well it must be swing
And since she's my queen
Since she's my queen, since she's the one
Well then I must be king