Little Queen - текст песни
Little Queen
You'd rather have wine than gin
Only the finest by your skin
Always running after Time- catching you 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 telephones rang
Music kept on playing from you 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 you 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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