Zira:
Sleep my little Kovu
let your dreams take wing
one day when you're big and strong
you will be a king
Kovu: Goodnight
Zira: sleep well my little prince, tomorrow your training intensifies
Zira:
I've been exiled persecuted
left alone with no defence
when I think of what that brute did, i get a little tense
but i dream a dream so pretty
that i dont feel so depressed
'cause it soothes my inner kitty
and it helps me get some rest
the sound of Simba's dying gasp
his daughter squealing in my gasp
his lioness's mournful cry
that's my lullaby...
now the past i've tried forgetting
and my foes I could forgive
trouble is I know it's petty
but i hate to let them live
Nuka:
so you found yourself somebody who'll chase Simba up a tree
Zira:
oh the battle may be bloody
but that kinda works for me
a melody of angry growls
a counterpoint of painful howls
a symphony of death, oh my
thats my lullaby
Scar is gone
but Zira's still around
to love this little lad...
'til he learns to be a killer
with a lust for being bad!
Nuka:
Sleep ya little termite..I-I mean precious little thing
Vitani:
one day when you're big and strong..
Zira:
he will be a king!
the pounding of the drums of war
the thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
Nuka:
the joy of vengeance!
Vitani:
testify!
Zeira:
I can hear the cheering
Nuke and Vitani:
kovu what a guy
Zira:
Payback time is nearing
and then our flag will fly...
against a blood red sky!
that's my lullaby
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