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Serpent Queen...

From now on, anyone lays a
hand on my maid answers to me.

How does it feel to
teach them a lesson?

- It feels good.
- Of course it does.

Don't you understand?

We will both be out unless
you give Henri a son.

I've tried everything.

Will you let me help you?

I suggest that the couple
make love à levrette.

Well, that should
do the trick. Mm?

Good night.

Let's hope that did the trick.

You ride well, I notice.

You do most things
well, don't you?

Someone wishes my wife ill.

Henri, do you really believe

that your brother
would do such a thing?

I must get pregnant.

I'll pay what's required.

Are you sure about that?

I need a minute.

Find the man who killed my son.

Was it you or your dressmaker?

Please, please!

- I did everything I could.
- Did you?

With Ruggieri, there's
always a price.

Your new dauphin,
who is with child.

In a week's time, my second son

will be crowned king of France.

Does he look like a king to you?

- Uh!
- Oh!

I will do everything in my power

to make sure that
it doesn't happen.

As the king's widow, the
throne is rightfully mine.

Now, where was I?

You'll pay for what you done
to me when Mary's queen again.

Mary?

Her husband, the king, is dead.

In a few days, his younger
brother will ascend the throne.

Everyone knows that witch

is behind what
happened to the king.

That she'd do that to
her own flesh and blood.

The two of you
deserve each other.

Shall I tell the queen
that is your opinion?

Me?

I have no opinion.

You must have misunderstood.

Must have.

You missed a spot.

Well?

Thought so.

Show us your tits.

Shame it's raining.

I was hoping for a
walk after breakfast.

Looks like it might clear up.

Let's hope so.

I'm tired of being indoors.

Does Mary have a
claim to the throne?

My son, Charles
IX, will be king.

But he's so young.

And I will be there
to protect him.

And not Mary?

Who have you been speaking to?

One of the girls said something.

The one you maimed?

Pay it no mind.

Mary's grief-stricken
over the death of my son.

She even blames me for it.

How did your son, the king, die?

We'll get to that in time.

The agony of losing a child,

it never fades.

Fifteen years had passed.

I had spent my youth
behind the palace walls.

Fifteen years and nine children.

Mary had been with us
almost her entire childhood

on account of her betrothal
to our eldest son,

who was besotted by her.

We had settled into an
unusual domesticity.

My husband shared my bed
and that of his mistress.

Longer next time.

Breathe normally.

And... push again.

- Push, push.
- Yeah.

Bring me a blade.

Do as I say, woman!

- Doctor, what is it?
- No!

What is it?

The child is inverted
in the birth canal.

If we do not break its limb,

- the mother will die.
- Then...

- No!
- Then do it.

- No!
- Do it. Shh, shh.

You do what you must, Doctor.

- Henri...
- Please... no, no, no.

- Shh, shh.
- No!

Hold her down. Hold her down.

Catherine. Catherine.
Please, please.

Have courage. Have courage.

Have courage, please.

- Hold her still.
- No!

Soon, I felt a heavy
fog settle over me.

There were days when I
began to doubt my existence.

Not to mention my sanity.

There had been other
changes at court.

Ruggieri had disappeared
from my life.

He left me his mirror
to remember him by.

At the time,

I was grateful for his absence.

Thank you, sir.

Montmorency had not been seen

for many years.

Some say he was fighting
for money in Flanders.

Charles of Bourbon had
retired to his country seat

to tend to his wife's
beloved gardens.

Pig fucker.

The First Duke of Guise...

Hail Mary, full of grace...

had also left his
Privy Council position

and dedicated himself
to his Catholic faith,

ultimately succumbing
in the act of prayer.

Merde!

The duke's sons,

who took his place at court,

were more enterprising.

What is it?

If it's that fucking cardinal,

I'll blow his balls off.

Don't do anything stupid.

Pierre...

You can go back to
sleep if you'd rather.

I knew we should never
have moved to the country.

Morning.

What is the meaning of this?

I've already told you I'm
not selling you my house.

Yes. Yes, you did, sadly.

So now we're seizing
Chateau Chenonceau

for unpaid taxes.

I've paid my taxes.

No, you didn't.

Not the new ones.

By order of the Catholic Church.

That's you.

Oh, yeah. So it is.

If I were you, Pierre, I'd consider
myself really fucking lucky,

'cause word is you've been seen
consorting with Protestants.

There's no law against it.

Not yet. Not yet.

What about you?

You in on this?

Apparently.

I thought you were
a man of honor.

Well, that's the
thing about honor...

So difficult to define,
don't you think?

Right, enough of the chitchat.

What's it gonna be?

A, do you surrender the house?

Or B, do we take it?

You choose. Which one?

Come on. Clear it out.

- Told you.
- Fuck's sake!

What is that?

A wager that I wouldn't
have to kill you.

That he wouldn't have to kill you.
Do you see what happened there?

My brother bet on your cowardice,
and I bet on your courage.

You should be fucking flattered.

The king will hear of this!

Ah, I think you'll
find the king's busy.

The king, however, was like me,

a stranger to his
daily routines.

Oh, fuck it.

Hey.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

The only reason people say

it doesn't matter is
because it fucking matters!

In fact, I'm pretty sure

nothing else matters
quite as much.

Do you want to play
ancient pharaohs?

Ah... oh, it's pointless.

Well, I love you just as always.

You know, maybe you
shouldn't waste your time

with an old man like me anymore.

Well, maybe something
is troubling you.

Oh, I wonder what.

Maybe it's the fact that my...

dick is sitting here
like a dead fucking slug.

Because something
is bothering you.

When your mind is free, you
are as energetic as a boy.

Yeah, well, I'm not a boy.

I'm an old man,

an old king.

And like most old kings...

I have my regrets.

What kind of king

do you think Henri will
make when I'm gone?

I fear his attachment

to Diane de Poitiers
may make him weak.

And you wonder why

my mind is not free.

Ha!

I blame his mother.

When the Holy Roman
Emperor locked him up,

she used to weep day and night

for her sons.

Nothing I said, nothing I
did would make her stop.

Got to the point where I
couldn't stand the sight of her.

Hmm.

I watched her fade
away to almost nothing,

die of a broken heart.

Truth is, not a day goes by

I don't... regret
my treatment of her.

And that's what worries you?

Fear for your boy.

Regret for your dead wife.

Yes.

And what about me?

You?

I-I've always been good to you.

Yes, you have...

in your way.

Because I put paint on
my face to hide my age,

forego children to
keep my body youthful,

and restrict my
breathing with corsets

because I know this
is how you like me.

But what happens when you decide

I am no longer worth fucking?

Oh, come on.

I'll always take care of you...

Not when you're dead and gone.

There's an age difference
between you and I,

if you hadn't noticed.

I am not family.

- I know what I am. I'm disposable.
- Oh, stop it.

Oh, for God's sake, don't act like
you don't know how this works.

You've arranged it this way.

I've had enough of this.

You come here of
your own free will!

Free will?

Who has any free will around
here except maybe you?

What's gotten into you?

Nothing.

I know what I entered into.

I've never lied to
myself about it.

So I would appreciate it

if you would do the same...

rather than standing
there and telling me

you weep over your
poor dead wife

for whom you never gave the
slightest fuck while she was alive.

Honesty has always
been your only quality.

Don't give it up now.

Blessed is the man

that walketh not in the
counsel of the ungodly

nor standeth in the way of sins

nor sitteth in the
seat of the scornful,

but his delight is in
the love of the Lord.

And he shall be like a tree...

That's him.

Are you sure?

The Bourbons, too,

had assumed their father's
place on the Privy Council.

Let's go.

Their plan for advancement

seemed to be disrupting

any plans the Guises made.

Pierre Marques, isn't it?

It is.

- Big fans.
- Mm.

Heard you've had
a spot of trouble

with a certain
member of the clergy.

And what would the Bourbon princes
of the blood care about my plight?

We are your fellow religious.

Of course we care.

As we do about all our fellow...

sheep.

We-we also have a great respect

for members of the Third Estate.

Of course you do.

Because we have money.

Uh, no.

Uh, because you are the future.

Maybe we could be
of help to you.

How exactly?

We hear you're an
enterprising man

with various schemes
and projects abroad,

and we have connections
at the court.

Surely we could discover
some utility in each other

if only we took the time
to, uh, break the ice.

Come see us when you're
more disposed to it.

Lovely service.

Very moving.

Mm.

Right, that's enough of this.

Time to get out of this room.

People are talking.

They say you're dying.

You might want to remind
your husband you still exist,

unless you want to lose
him to Diane altogether.

Not to mention the children
you have who are still alive.

They might like to know
they have a mother.

Don't know why you bothered
having them otherwise.

Not like you to give
maternal advice.

It's an obvious point.

Thought maybe you were
regretting certain choices.

You can't regret
something that never was.

Not according to Ruggieri.

You may wash me.

Oh, come here, you.

Oh, I'm gonna get you.

Hello, cousin.

Would you like to join us?

You're mine. You're mine.

I'm glad to see you up.

I had the cook make biscuits.

They're sugar and lemon,

their favorite.

Unfortunately, Mary has decided

sweets aren't
permitted before lunch.

Well, surely we can
make an exception.

She is very strict.

They won't dare disobey her.

Perhaps if you leave them,

I'll make sure
everyone gets theirs.

All right, children.

Time to go inside.

Come along.

Good to see you up and about.

- Feeling a bit better?
- Yes.

Good, good.

I'm sorry.

I haven't been
feeling myself lately.

No, no, no, no. You
don't have to apologize.

You lost a son.

- We lost a son.
- Yes.

I am aware.

Perhaps we can be a
comfort to one another.

Will you come and
see me tonight?

Yes, of course.

Okay.

Who's next?

Diane?

Henri, you're crazy.

I should've known that our
arrangement could not last.

Father, the, um, the
Bourbons would like to lodge

an official complaint

over the conduct of the
Duke and Cardinal of Guise.

What's new?

My dear cousins have taken

to seizing the homes of
prominent Protestants.

You've heard of Chenonceau?

Many regard it as the most
beautiful house in all of France.

Cardinal Guise has now
claimed it for himself.

It's not for him,
it's for the Church.

And who's going to
live in it? The poor?

May I remind you that was a
law signed by the king himself.

Hmm? I don't remember that.

And yet you did sign
it, Your Majesty.

Yes, because you're constantly
buzzing around me like a fucking gnat

with pieces of paper.

I'm sure the compulsive
accumulation of country homes

is a natural side effect
of social inadequacy,

but resentment will build
amongst the populace.

Your Majesty, I'm simply
on the side of tradition.

Yeah. The nouveau
riche always are.

Then consider us on the side of
what is good for this country.

Fucking hell.

- That's revolting.
- Ah, no.

Ugh.

- Oh!
- Ah!

How do you expect me to eat when
you're bickering like women?

You two haven't a fucking clue

what's good for the country.

And you don't care.

All you care about
is yourselves,

the same as these two!

Now, you can keep
the house you stole.

To keep the peace,

the House of Bourbon
will take the property

of the Duke of Nemours,

a Catholic pederast who died
without legitimate heirs.

- Your Majesty, I have to object to that...
- The meeting is over!

Oh, dear. Are you all right?

You have to chew your food.

You are here.

Excellent.

Disaster averted.

There's nothing worse than
Prime without a fourth.

So nice of you to join.

Do you know Antoinette of Guise?

She's returned to the court

since the untimely
death of her husband.

As a comfort to my sons.

Unyielding in her
devotion, really.

I hear you might become a permanent
member of our little club.

Then it's true?

You are to be spared your
husband's attentions?

My God. What a
relief that must be.

Ten children. I mean,
you should be sainted.

I don't know how you managed.

The day my husband ceased his
stumbles into my bedchamber

were the happiest
days of my life.

He was a simple man.

Yes.

I saw my future waiting
for me like an open grave.

Please excuse me.

I-I just remembered
a prior engagement.

No.

A meeting with my dressmaker.

Catherine used to have

the most brilliant dressmaker.

Well, of course you all
remember him, the Italian.

My husband had his
limbs pulled off.

Unfortunate.

I really am sorry.

I must go.

Oh, don't insult us
with false manners.

Just say it.

You find us dull.

I do not.

You shroud yourself in your pain

in order to feel special.

Well, you're not.

The rest of us just bear it

better than you.

Would you like to
know why I'm here?

My brother,

the Holy Roman Emperor,

made the king's marriage to me

a condition of peace

after one of their silly wars.

I am no more than a punishment.

Then again, maybe
you are special,

because I was never stupid
enough to fall in love

with the man I was arranged to.

I wouldn't wish that
misery on anyone.

Not that it is any
of your business...

but I am perfectly content

with the relationship
with my husband.

Oh, my dear. No
one believes that.

No.

Not even you.

King of hearts for you.

Oh, sneaky.

- Queen.
- And another one.

Catherine, can't you sleep?

I came for you.

I was expecting you.

Didn't you tell her...

Tell me what?

I haven't had the chance.

Henri? Tell me what?

Cousin, I am so sorry

to have to be the one to
convey such difficult news.

Dr. Fernel says it was a
miracle you survived the birth.

If you were to ever
get pregnant again,

we might not be so lucky.

We can't take the risk.

We don't want to lose you.

Do we, Henri?

No.

No, of course not.

Diane...

I would like to be
alone with my husband.

Can you please leave us?

That was not the arrangement.

I tolerated the nights
you spent together

when children were the result.

You tolerated?

I am his wife!

And a wife is for
making children.

You are free to find
pleasure elsewhere

if that is what you desire.

Make no mistake,

Henri belongs with me.

Well, why don't we ask
Henri what he desires?

Sure. Henri?

Henri.

Come.

What can I say?

I'm where I want to be.

Though my life was
no longer in danger,

I now felt the possibility of
it slipping away altogether.

I didn't know it then,

but the king would be the
source of my preservation.

Catherine. Catherine.

What is it?

The king has requested
your presence for a hunt.

What, now?

Yes. Now.

Thought you two were
done with each other.

It was cold.

The princess needs to
be dressed for a hunt.

Now?

Yes. Now.

Fuck's sake.

Get up.

Morning.

Why so fucking early?

Does he think the stags will die of
old age if we go out after lunch?

I hate hunting.

Oh, you don't have
the stomach for it?

On the contrary, I
just don't understand

why I have to chase around
my dinner and kill it myself.

That's why God
invented servants.

I, on the other hand,
love an early hunt.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Slaughter of small animals
probably gets you in the mood.

I wonder what gets
you in the mood.

Hand job off your mother
usually does the trick.

She likes a bit of rough trade.

Does she?

Ah!

A great day for it, hmm?

You sure this is a good idea?

If you're not feeling up to it,
there is no shame in calling it off.

Of course I'm up to it.

Well, if you're not,
maybe you should stay

and work on your
needlepoint with Diane.

Oh, come on!

Ha!

Whoa.

Why'd you let him go?

I don't know.

Anyway...

I can always come back
and kill him tomorrow.

Hmm?

Ah.

There you are.

We were worried.

Perhaps you should
try to keep up.

Got away, did he?

Of course not, you prick.

Obviously, the king let him go.

Henri!

Father, speak to me.

Father, speak to me, please.

- We need some help, please.
- Get help!

Is that Catherine?

Yeah.

I'd like to speak with her.

Everyone will try to take
advantage of my death.

But you will be the real winner.

Wait and see.

You must promise me

not to give up on Henri
because of that woman.

He-he needs a
wife, not a mother.

He needs you.

He doesn't have the
backbone to rule alone.

The trick is don't
ever show favor, hmm?

No matter who you
think is right.

Keep the Bourbons and the
Guises fighting each other.

That way, your position
will always be secure.

Ah, you get it.

You-you get it, I know.

Everything will come right

when you're crowned queen.

I promise you.

Thank you for your kindness.

Henri.

When you are king,

you will put this fine
woman on your Privy Council.

Yeah.

You-you have my word, Father.

She-she will be our salvation.

With the king gone,

those he had protected had
no choice but to leave.

Now is the time to
exert influence.

Yes, Mother.

With the old man gone, there
will be a feeding frenzy.

Don't let yourself be passed
over like your father did.

- Are you listening?
- I am, not that I need to.

- Heard it all before.
- We both have.

Then you should have no
trouble doing what I tell you.

Diane is the one
you have to court.

She will not let her influence
on the new king slip now.

If she'd had the good
sense to be born a man,

the game would be almost over.

Painful, isn't it?

You loved him more than anyone,

and now there is no place
for you in his story.

Your time will come, you know.

What you don't
understand about me

is that everything I've done is to
make sure I will never find myself

in the position you're in now.

I wish you well.

You may not believe
me, but I do.

You were always a sweet boy.

Good luck.

I'm afraid you will need it.

Mm.

You want some advice?

Fade into the background.

Become dull, uninteresting,

and you might just
survive, as I did.

Hmm.

I'm not like you.

No. You're not.

More's the pity.

Anyway, my brother will not make
your husband's reign an easy one.

He will miss his rivalry with Francis,
and he will take it out on his son.

Adieu to you all.

Who knows when we
will meet again?

Ah.

I've invited my wife to join us.

As you know, my father
thought highly of her opinion.

I will always be
grateful to Francis

for my elevation in status.

I've called a meeting
with my Privy Council

so I can hear your proposals.

A new era calls
for new policies.

Obviously, Your Majesty,

the very first order of business
should be putting strict limitations

on the spreading disease
of the Protestant faith

before it continues to rot
the moral fiber of our nation.

Moral fiber? Very good.

My cousins are stuck
in the Dark Ages.

If you really want to announce
the beginning of a new era,

the era of King Henry II,

you must prioritize
trade, capitalism,

globalization,

exploration of the New World.

That's where the future lies.

Right, Antoine?

Yeah. Ab-absolutely.

A French colony in America

would be totally wow.

Catherine, what do you think?

I think, with your
father dead...

a Holy Roman Emperor
will test you.

You should ready
yourself for war.

I, uh-I think we're beyond that.

The Holy Roman Emperor will not
break the treaty your father signed,

I can assure you.

He learned his lesson at
your own hand, Your Majesty.

The last time he saw you...

you were a boy.

He will test you.

Casal.

I would like you to lead a garrison of
men to the border as a deterrent, yes?

A single garrison?

- Will that suffice?
- Yes.

Yes.

A single garrison will suffice.

Anything more would
appear a provocation.

And the point is to prevent
a war rather than start one.

And when they get a look at
our fine Gallic warriors,

then they will shit themselves
and run for the hills.

Well said.

Indeed.

Uh, anything else?

Well, there is the, uh, matter
of the coronation, Your Majesty.

Yes.

Of course.

We must make the occasion

a display of continuity
and new ambition.

Therefore, a direct
contradiction.

If I were you, I'd
stay out of it.

No one knows how to put on a
show like the Catholic Church.

Quite.

Right, well...

I'll leave that with you.

Shall I? Good, then.

What's he doing?

He's all right.

No, he should join in.

Francis!

Join the game.

M-Mary says it's
safer if I don't,

on account of my breathing.

Yes, it is. I see.

Well, you'll grow
out of it soon.

And you'll be as fine a
player as any of them.

You really think so?

Yes. Yes, of course.

And Mary and I
are to be married?

You have been betrothed to her
since you were four years old.

I'm almost of age.

Almost.

Francis. Francis, come.

- May I, Father?
- Yes, of course. Go, go.

You can keep score, hmm?

Stand there.

You're good with him,
with all the children.

Well, I try.

One should aim to
be a fine example.

Aren't I?

There is talk regarding Diane.

I pay no attention
to court gossip.

Well, gossip matters
when you are king.

My father never apologized
for the company he kept.

The fact that you are
romantically involved

with a woman nearly
twice your age,

it raises questions
about your independence.

My independence...

is of my concern...

as is the source of my pleasure.

Yes?

I live my life as I see fit.

I have never objected
to your friendship.

But now that you are king,

it can only undermine
your position.

Something tells me
it's your own position

that you're concerned about.

It is customary for a new queen

to offer gifts to her favorites.

Allow me to gift my cousin
the Chateau Chaumont.

It is not far.

And you can see each
other whenever you like.

Chateau Chaumont?

She'll be happy there.

Perhaps.

Speak to Diane.

If she agrees...

I will not oppose it.

May I?

I like it very much.

- What is it?
- Sandalwood from the East.

Is that too tight?

- No.
- Perfect.

- And it will be ready?
- Of course.

- What is this?
- Ah.

When we are crowned king and
queen, we will need a royal crest.

What do you think?

I think it's posh bollocks.

When I am queen,
you will heed me.

Or what?

I'll make you shorter.

- If only you could make yourself prettier.
- You'd need Ruggieri for that.

You don't need
Ruggieri for anything.

Besides, you've gotten everything
you wanted without him.

Though I do wonder
what's become of him.

Enough.

I've told you before, I do not
wish to hear his name mentioned.

You called for me, cousin?

Yes.

You may leave me now.

Now that I'm to
be crowned queen,

I thought you should
stay somewhere else.

All of the arrangements
will be taken care of.

You will live at the
Chateau Chaumont.

You are most generous.

You have been a good and
loyal friend to my husband.

And for that, I'm
eternally grateful.

I am the one who is grateful...

Your Majesty.

You asked for me?

And you came.

Close the door.

I hear you're skilled
at what you do.

You heard right.

If, for instance,
I had a problem...

you would have a solution.

That depends.

On?

Well, I suppose the
nature of the problem.

All right, then.

The new king,

your mistress's husband,

I made him.

I taught him
everything he knows.

And now I am to
be made obsolete,

to fade into the woodwork
liked a used-up whore,

like a fucking shopgirl.

But I'm not the fucking
shopgirl here, am I?

You expect me to help you when you
know my mistress would not approve?

And yet you are here,

because like the rest of us,

you would like a hand
in your own fate.

So, Angelica...

is my problem one
you can help me with?

You want to be noticed.

I want to be unforgettable.

Whatever your mistress
is paying you,

I will double.

My father gave me this.

He told me there
were ancient tribes

that believed the
ingestion of gold

would make them live forever.

Turns out it doesn't.

Turns out gold can
poison the mind

if consumed in
significant doses.

But...

just enough will
preserve your youth...

and make you shine from within.

Very good, Angelica.

Very good.

I never expected it to be me.

You know?

After my brother died,

I knew it would happen one
day, of course, of course.

I just... I don't know.

I just hope I can make
him proud, that's all.

Nothing makes me happier

than seeing you
crowned King of France.

Do you know that?

I wouldn't be here without you.

Nor I.

You were born for this.

Tomorrow you will be crowned

God's representative on Earth.

Tonight...

I want to show you what it
is to be loved like a god.

You look lovely.

Those are Diane's colors.

Are they?

Oh, yes.

I guess I'm not very good
at these things, I'm afraid.

Diane offered to help.

Hello, cousin.

You are a vision.

Never forget...

that throne belongs to me

every single bit as much
as it belongs to you, hmm?

Shall we?

Come along, cousin.

I give you your king.

And your queen.

Would you like to
kiss the new king?

I have a message from
the Holy Roman Emperor.

You were right, then,

about the Holy Roman Emperor.

Henri should have
listened to you.

Yes.

But I was wrong about Diane.

I learned the hard way

you must never
underestimate an enemy.

What is it?

It's treachery.

I-I don't...

I-I can't read.

I'm sorry.

It was thoughtless of me.

Could you leave me, please?

I have much to think about.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the matter with you?

I can barely bring
myself to say it.

Well, come on. Spit it out.

One of these men

exposed themselves to me.

One of these two?

I found it most upsetting.

What do you want
me to do about it?

The queen said anyone who
interferes with her maid

must answer to her.

Right.

Young men.

Which one of you was it?

Perhaps if I were to see
the offending member,

I can identify it.

All right.

You heard her.

Drop your trousers.

What?

Get on with it. I
don't have all day.

Oh, my.

Dear.

I-I must be mistaken.

It was significantly larger.

Shame.

♪ There she goes again ♪

♪ She's out On
the street again ♪

♪ She's down on her
knees My friend ♪

♪ But you know that she'll
Never ask you please again ♪

♪ Now take a look There's
no tears in her eyes ♪

♪ And she won't take
it From just any guy ♪

- ♪ What can you do? ♪
- ♪ There she goes ♪

♪ You see her Walkin'
on down the streets ♪

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ Look at all your friends
That she's gonna meet ♪

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ There she goes again ♪

♪ She's knocked out
On her feet again ♪

♪ She's down on her
knees My friend ♪

♪ But you know that she'll
Never ask you please again ♪

♪ Now take a look There's
no tears in her eyes ♪

♪ Like a bird, You
know she will fly ♪

♪ Fly, fly away ♪

♪ Oh, you see her Walkin'
on down the streets ♪

♪ Look at all your friends
That she's gonna meet ♪

♪ She's gonna bawl and shout
She's gonna work it out ♪

♪ She's gonna work it
out Bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ B-bye, bye, bye,
b-bye Bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ B-bye, bye, bye, b-bye Ow! ♪