Little Queen lyrics
You'd rather have wine than gin
Only the finest by your skin Always running after Time - catching You're fancy with rhyme Shining on the front page again Hot on the presses today - little queen Making your passion play - little queen Nobody knows your melancholy mind - Little queen Away from the sellers, the papers said Your crown was tight and heavy on your head Still you danced and you sang - all night The telephone rang Music kept on playing from your pen. Hot on the presses today - little queen Making your passion play - little queen Nobody knows your melancholy mind - Little queen Raining Raining- he knows your Soul ain't free Raining Raining- he feels you little queen Slipping away with your gypsy band Hot on your music and playing a winning hand He was standing in the line, thinking how you Moved his mind Feeling like he held you in his hand
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