I would love to be close to your face;
Close to your face.
By the ancient of rules for imperial cats
I would love to be close to your face.
Some have chosen to live, forgetting of you,
Some have chosen to live, never toasting to you.
I object to these choices, which everyone makes;
I would love to be close to your face.
And I could write you into a wonderful script
But your King is so lovely and not very strict.
I would rather avoid acting in such disgrace;
I would love to be close to your face.
I am looking at pictures of castles of old;
You are seated, my Queen, with your eyes very low,
At your King you’ve directed imperial gaze…
But I’d rather be close to your face.
I would love to be close to your face;
Close to your face.
By the ancient of rules for imperial cats
I would love to be close to your face.