Losing Your Affection

You know me
 I take nothing seriously
 I can see a laughing face in every willow tree
 But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine
 In a bloody insurrection
 I would rather be king when the rooks take wing
 Than be losing your affection
 Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze
 Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries
 But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine
 In a bloody insurrection
 I would rather be king when the rooks take wing
 Than be losing your affection
 Losing your affection
 I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair
 In the opposite direction
 I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake
 Than be losing your affection
 I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog
 As they start the vivisection
 I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog
 Than be losing your affection
 But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine
 In a bloody insurrection
 I would rather be king when the rooks take wing
 Than be losing your affection
 I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair
 In the opposite direction
 I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake
 Than be losing your affection
 I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog
 As they start the vivisection
 I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog
 Than be losing your affection