Self Tanning Lotion

The king of Egypt is a girl
Who sits alone on top of the world
And everyday he asks the sun to come down
But all the sun can do is laugh
He doesn’t give out autographs
He’s just a fire spinning round in someone’s hand
It’s so hard to bow down
To take your crown and give it up There’s a brighter sun
Bright enough for everyone
Brighter than the sun
There’s a light for everyone
With all the candles in this room
A single match could kill the gloom
The queen of seven shining and so sad
She is the king of her own lie
Mirrors instead of eyes
In the darkness spinning round in someone’s hand
It’s so hard to leave the stars
Just where they are and give it up So come on down — come back down
Take your crown and give it up, give it up…