She wears violet, like a royal,
Style and manners most refined;
While real life makes her recoil.
Though her crown is paste and foil,
Her attire's well-defined;
She wears violet, like a royal.
On her throne, she'll never toil,
Strands out of place, you'll never find;
While real life makes her recoil.
All her subjects are most loyal,
In this palace she's designed;
She wears violet, like a royal.
Her blood, it does not boil,
To hard work, she's not inclined;
While real life makes her recoil.
Her bare flesh does not touch soil,
In a fantasy, confined;
She wears violet, like a royal.
While real life makes her recoil.