Everything stops when you’re in the room
Even when you’re in the room in my head.
All ears, eyes and all my affection is on you
In all your perfection, I am at attention.
This will not deviate as I inch toward the grave
In this progression, my only succession is to draw closer to you.
When I come before your throne I do only your bidding
Grant me your command, for I am at your right hand.
There is none like you and there never will be
For your sake, I hope the hoopla never dies.