I am that rare and awe some thing.

I’m ev ’ry inch a king.

Yet, I feel a twinge of doubt

as I go walk a bout.

When my name is whis pered through the (Gm)pride,

is this talk of (D)love or reg i (Gm)cide?

Tell me I’m a (Cm)dored.

Please, (D)tell me I’m a (Gm)dored.

Yeah, you’re our sav ior.

Thanks a bunch!

But what a bout some lunch?

It does n’t mat ter if it’s fresh.

I need a fix of flesh.

My (Dm)bones have moved to where they’ve nev er (Am)been.

They are on the out side look ing (Am)in.

You are so a (F)dored.

You are so a (Esus)dored.

You (E)are so a (Am)dored.

But what I’d give for one more hit of wil de beest kiel ba sa.

Or may be horn bill on a spit.

Mu fa sa?!

Mu fa sa?!

(Dm)I am per fect ly (E)fine!

I’m bet ter than Mu fa sa was.

I’m re vered.

I am re viled.

I’m i dol ized.

I am de spised.

I’m keep ing calm.

I’m go ing wild!

I tell my self I’m (F)fine.

(Bm)I (Am)tell (E7)my (Am)self (E)I’m (Am)fine.

She’s got those as sets fe mi nine

I have to make her mine.

No bil i ty in ev ’ry gene.

She has to be my queen.

Come, sweet Na la, it’s (D7sus)writ ten (D7)in the stars.

We’ll cre ate a host of lit tle Scars.

Tell me I’m a (Cm)dored.

(D)Tell me I’m a dored.

You be long to (Cm)me.

You all be long to (Gm)me.