I grew up in your hometown, at least I began to grow.
I hadn't had my first shave before the body blow.
Egyptians in the courtyard, my family in chains.
You witnessed our abduction, which probably explains how I know you.
Until that fateful morning, my family enjoyed a privileged existence, for my father was
employed as advisor to the king, no less.
Surely rings a bell, for as you are his daughter, probably can tell how I know you.
But enough of reminiscence, and such happy memories, the reason why I know you, is really
none of these.
You cannot hide your royalty, although you hide your face.
I know you were my princess, in any time or place.
Yes I know you, yes I know you, how I know you.
Yes I know you, yes I know you, how I know you.
