In the closet, I hide my favorite things,
I keep what’s best and you’ll never know.
Alone I am sovereign, alone I am king who
plucks the grasshoppers an’ the angels wings.
The chariot is mine, and I’ve swung it oh so low
In the closet, I hide my favorite things.
“I like it in here” I hear my own voice ring,
“I like you a lot, I just I want you to know...
alone I am sovereign.” Alone I am king so
I flirt with myself, but I know it’s a fling. Soon
the chariot inevitably slows
in the closet. I hide my favorite things.
“There’s not future for us...” I teared and blinked
“We’re too much alike—there’s no room to grow.”
Alone I am sovereign. “Alone, I, am king.”
Silence heaves, and one grasshopper sings,
Please someone toast, to me and my woe—
“Alone I am sovereign, alone I am king,
And in the closet, I hide, my favorite things.”
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