In a castle. Down a long road. A little girl was born. To a king and. To a queen and. Her mother's eyes welled up with tears of joy. Staring at the tiny face. Of a miracle she made. She would say 'I love you'. She would say 'I love you'. Summer came and went. Unrolling trees all stripped to the bone. Daddy's little girl in his arms well. They sit upon his throne. Who is that thief hiding in the dark?. Just a little girl who stole his heart. He would say 'I love you'. He would say 'I love you'. He would say 'I love you'. With only these three words repeating. A simple greeting but it's all you will keep. Clever lips can be misleading. A tongue can fly away. And won't come back. But it's only these words we recognize. Six o'clock a. m. The alarm rings out. Awoken from the dream. No more castle down a long road. No more kings and no more queens. But she's a princess nonetheless. And a handsome prince is what she'll get. He will say 'I love you'. He will say 'I love you'. He will say 'I love you'. He will say 'I love you'. He will say 'I love you'