The Consort Rufus Wainwright

[Verse 1]
Prepare your things
Dissolve your mind
'Cause I'm your consort
Beautiful queen of seventeen

[Verse 2]
A blood red moon
Has spared our bed
But not your rivals
Beautiful queen

[Bridge]
Prepare to reign
No more to hide
With I your faithful consort
By your side

[Verse 3]
Let streamers fly
And cannons roar
On your arrival
Beautiful queen

[Pre-Chorus]
Tomorrow night
Prepare to walk
On anyone her highness
Ever wants