He Was King, And I Was Queen.
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Rebecca Navarre
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I used to Dream, Boy George would marry me.
I was only eleven or twelve, so I could not
see. Why this couldn't come to be. I used to
cry, thinking I would die. He's such a kind,
and gorgeous guy. His music touched me inside.
To watch him made me fly. I used to kiss his
shirt at night.Oh, how my heart skipped in delight.
My friends thought differently, but, I told them
just, you wait and see. Some day In my Dreams, We
will be. And he'll marry me! ! ! ! ! And he Did! ! ! ! !
I was his Queen! ! ! ! !
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