The agony of missing someone who is right in front of you.

Henriette, Henriette, stop fiddling with your sleeves.

There, Louis dances in glee.

You feel hurt, you feel pain.

But is it for the betrayed love of thy husband?

He refuses to grace your bed.

Instead you fawn over Louis.

 

Henriette, Henriette, stop fiddling with your corset.

It isn’t love, I sure can bet.

Philippe can’t love you, no matter how he tries.

He’ll be courteous, he’ll be kind.

But the love of a husband,

In him you’ll never find.

 

Henriette, Henriette, stop fiddling with your hair.

La Baume Le Blanc now graces Louis’ stare.

What once was your she now so holds

In her virgin hands, their love unfolds.

Not with you, oh bewildered wife

Who now holds an heir,

Who now holds a life.

 

Henriette, Henriette, stop fiddling the napkins.

Have shame of the court, they can’t help but looking.

At how you fawn over what was never yours,

And forsake what is, as you drag your veins

On tormented fours.

 

Henriette, Henriette, remember your place.

Remain dignified, and hold your grace.

tis unbecoming for a queen to scream

Even if inside, your heart is bursting at the seams.

In the silent shadows you may then cry

For the loss of a loved one, who did not die.

 

Henriette, Henriette, you have to smile.

It was that smile that brought him by.

Be gracious and be content

To hold him near with no ill contempt.

Sooner be or sooner shan’t

The love you want regrow its plant.