Tekster: Berlin. Voyeur. To a King.

You know every single curve of him
This guy is at your command
Simple, dull and slow
Is that what you think your man?

Well he in this painting that I made of him
He has a beautiful face
Looking at the door
With a longing you could taste

How could you see your lover this way?
To you he's worth hardly a second glance
How could someone like me ever say?

I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king, the Lord of the world
I'm just a woman dying to be his queen, his only girl
But when I look into his eyes, who makes him cry?

You walk around him nearly every day
Do you ever see his pain?
You'll never fall in love like me
Why don't you walk away?

How could I see your lover this way?
To you he's worth hardly a second glance
How could someone like you ever say?

I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king, the Lord of the world
I'm just a woman dying to be his queen, his only girl
But when I look into his eyes, who makes him cry?

I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king, the Lord of the world
I'm just a woman dying to be his queen, the only girl he needs
I'm just a woman kneeling down to a king that you'll never see
But you still have the chance to keep the best of everything
That's what he's to me
But when you look into his eyes, you make him cry