This reign of plastic
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That replaced the reign of gold
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Couldn't have known that you
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Would feel so undersold
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If love was built on hindsight
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Then you surely would have seen
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You were joining hands
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With the Tupperware Queen
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Yes you gave a groan
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When I took that throne
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But can you choose a Queen
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When you behave like a drone
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Where the silverware's not expected
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And certainly never been
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That's the ideal kingdom
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Of this Tupperware Queen
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I didn't mean to fool you
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Into feeling King
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Of anything but plastic
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And what plastic brings
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If gold is what she had
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It's what I could've been
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The unaffordable dream
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Of this Tupperware Queen
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Yes you gave a groan
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When I took that throne
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But don't expect a gem
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When you're quarrying for stone
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Where the silverware's not expected
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And certainty never been
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That's the ideal kingdom
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Of this Tupperware Queen
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In future when that moan
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Has turned to prone
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And the slightest groan
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Feels so overblown
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Remember you're a drone
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And the Queen however plastic
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Runs the honeycomb
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Runs the honeycomb
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Honeycomb, honey, honey
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Remember you're a drone
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And the Queen however plastic
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Runs the honeycomb
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Tupperware Queen
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| The Beautiful South |
