Henry VIII & Anne Boleyn

Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you’re gone I’ll tell them my religion’s آپ
When Punk-tius come to kill the king upon his تخت
I’m ready for their stones.

I’ll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head, head, head
Like Jesus, کہا
I’m gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands,
Hands above my head
Dance together
Forgive him before he’s dead because

I won’t cry for آپ
I won’t crucify the things آپ do
I won’t cry for you, see
When you’re gone I’ll still be bloody Mary

We are not just art for Michaelangelo
To carve.
He can’t...