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I don't care that you're a god-forsaken king If you take my words for granted, well you're bound to be out of kin I don't care if you're a sloth, or even a lusted mug of Ale I don't care if all you want is to sit and rot until you're pale I just want to be loved By your hands I don't care that you're an animal extinct If you don't do the proper training, well you're, bound to admit defeat I don't care if you're a dead man, or even a picture on the wall I don't care if you're naked and just can't move because you're blinded I just want to be loved By your hands I don't care that you're the god-damned pope If you don't listen to my words, someone's bound to get hurt I don't care if you're a sinner, or even a prophet of the just I don't care if you're the hand that reaches the sky only to fall I just want to be loved By your hands I don't care that you're a simple farming peasant If you don't start to work your life out, well you're, bound to lose the present I don't care if you're a poor, or even a hard worker without raise I don't care if you're the housewife who never gets her praise I just want you to be loved By your hands