Little Queen
You’d rather have wine than ginOnly 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