Marie-Antoinette

They say that something is wrong
Can you imagine, dear?

I hear them in corners and alleys
Whispering that something is off
What do they mean, dear?

I thought I heard your voice, amongst them
It wasn't you. Right, dear?

I think we're doing the best we can
And that nothing has to change

I think we're doing quite alright
Don't you think so, dear?

Maybe she should have said it