This reign of plastic
That replaced the reign of gold
Couldnt have known that you
Would feel so undersold
If love was built on hindsight
Then you surely would have seen
You were joining hands
With the Tupperware Queen
Yes, you gave a groan
When I took that throne
But can you choose a queen
When you behave like a drone?
Where the silverwares not expected
And certainly never been
Thats the ideal kingdom
Of this Tupperware queen
I didnt mean to fool you
Into feeling king
Of anything but plastic
And what plastic brings
If gold is what she had
Its what I couldve been
The unaffordable dream
Of this Tupperware Queen
Yes, you gave a groan
When I took that throne
But dont expect a gem
When youre quarrying for stone
Where the silverwares not expected
And certainty never been
Thats the ideal kingdom
Of this Tupperware Queen
In future when that moan
Has turned to prone
And the slightest groan
Feels so overblown
Remember youre a drone
And the queen however plastic
Runs the honeycomb
Runs the honeycomb
Honeycomb, honey, honey
Remember youre a drone
And the queen however plastic
Runs the honeycomb