This reign of plastic
That replaced the reign of gold
Couldn
Would feel so undersold
If love was built on hindsight
Then surely would have seen
You were joining hands
with the Tupperware Queen
Yes you gave a groan
When I took the throne
But can you choose a Queen
When you behave like a drone
Where the silverware
And certainly never been
That
Of this Tupperware Queen
I didn
Into feeling King
Of anything but plastic
And what plastic brings
If gold is what she had
It
The unaffordable dream
Of this Tupperware Queen
Yes you gave a groan
When I took the throne
But don
When you
Where the silverware
And certainly never been
That
Of this Tupperware Queen
In future when that moan
Has turned to stone
And the slightest groan
Feels so overblown
Remember you
And the Queen however plastic
Runs to honeycomb