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You'd rather have wine than gin |
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And only the finest by your skin |
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Always running after time |
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Catching your fancy with rhymes |
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Shining on the front page again |
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Now you're hot on the presses today |
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Little queen |
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Making your passion play |
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Little queen |
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Nobody knows your melancholy mind |
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Little queen |
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Away from the sellers, the papers said |
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Your crown was tight and heavy on your head |
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But still you danced and you sang |
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All night the telephone rang |
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And music kept on playing from your pen |
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Now you're hot on the presses today |
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Little queen |
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Making your passion play |
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Little queen |
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Nobody knows your melancholy mind |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Little queen, ooh |
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You better shine, you better shine, you know |
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You better shine, shine shine tonight, oh |
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(Raining) He knows your soul ain't free |
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(Raining) Oh, and he feels you, little queen, yeah |
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(Raining) Oh, I know |
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(Raining) I see you, I see you raining |
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(Raining) He knows you're raining |
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(Raining) Oh, yeah |
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Now you're slipping away with your gypsy band |
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And you're hot on your music and playing a winning hand |
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You were standing in the line |
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Thinking how you moved his mind |
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And feeling like he held you in his hand |
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And you're hot on the presses today |
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Little queen |
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Making your passion play |
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Little queen |
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Nobody knows your melancholy mind |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Little queen |
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Magazine |
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Little queen, yeah |
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Ooh, oh, no, no, no, little queen |
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Oh, ooh, no, no, no, little queen |
