We were in England and I met the Queen.
I was shooting the shits with her, spending some time with you.
There were dirty spoons in the sink and I told that to the butler to pick up.
We all climbed into a buggy and went out of the Palace
I was thinking hard because I would have to sing a document saying that I let the Royals decide where to place the kids for school.
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