"The Royal We" lyrics

I'm Queen Marie, your Antoinette
I am the prettiest Queen yet
And I am posing for my portrait
In this lovely gown
To help to lift the peasants' spirits
When they're feeling down

For when their food supply is dwindling
They're low on coal or kindling
Instead of being sunk in misery
My face they can regard
On a little printed card
And dream of what it feels like to be me

This gives to me another chance
To show the future Queens of France
What people want from you when times are tough and mean:
They want for you to show 'em you're the Queen!

I still dream about her
Her every hour a golden blur
I almost can imagine being like her