Gleaming Crowns

Prom queens wear their gleaming crowns
High heeled shoes
Princess gowns
With their kings they prance around
Strutting their stuff

I can't imagine how they feel
In their crowns
In their heels
They have so much glam, so much appeal
For students, that's enough

For the king, a different plan
You win the queen
And you're the man
He'll probably date the girl again
Not much one can do

Popularity is the key
To win the prize
To be the bee
(Of course I refer to the "Queen Bee")
Popularity contest, true

But say the king didn't need a queen
Despite the crown
And all that gleams
But instead needed another king
To love and hold tight

And say that queen didn't need her king
Despite her gown
And everything
But maybe needed her very own queen
And they would grow old right

But society doesn't work that way
Differ from the norm
And people shy away
We can't embrace this idea today
That there could be two queens in gowns

Being gay's hard and I should know
Human's can't sit back
And enjoy the show
It's hard to live in a world where you constantly know
That you can't have two gleaming crowns