For We Are the King of the Boudoir Songtext
von The Magnetic Fields

Should time allow us
To describe our prowess
It would be quite hard to overrate
For we are the king
Of the boudoir, old thing
And the king doesn′t like to wait
One tryst with me
And you'll be spinning like a gyroscope
One tryst with me and you′ll be pope
Should modesty allow us


To describe our prowlessnesslessness
'Twould be quite hard to overstate
For we are the king of the boudoir, it's true
And the king doesn′t like to wait
One kiss from me
And you′ll be overjoyed and overawed
One kiss from me and you'll see God
For we are the king of the boudoir
We are
And the king doesn′t to wait