The Consort - Rufus Wainwright

Prepare your things

Dissolve your mind

'Cause I’m your consort

Beautiful queen of seventeen

A blood red moon

Has spared our bed

But not your rivals

Beautiful queen

Prepare to reign

No more to hide

With I your faithful consort

By your side

Let streamers fly

And cannons roar

On your arrival

Beautiful queen

Tomorrow night

Prepare to walk

On anyone her highness ever wants

Entrust in me

You’re not alone

Together we’ll wreak havoc on the throne

Trust in me

You’re not alone

Even though my throne’s slightly smaller than yours

Beautiful queen

Together we’ll wreak havoc

You and me

Together we’ll wreak havoc

You and me

Together we’ll wreak havoc

You

Prepare your things

Dissolve your mind

'Cause I’m your consort

Beautiful queen of seventeen