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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 runnin' after time |
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Catching your fancy with rhymes |
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Shinin' on the front page again |
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Now you're hot on the presses today, little queen |
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Makin' your passion play, little queen |
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Nobody knows your melancholy mind, 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 all night |
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The telephone rang |
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And music kept on playin' from your pen |
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Now you're hot on the presses today, little queen |
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Makin' your passion play, little queen |
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Nobody knows your melancholy mind, little queen |
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Yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen |
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You better shine, you better shine, you know |
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You better shine, shine, shine tonight, oh(Raining) |
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He knows your soul ain't free(Raining) |
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Oh an' he feels you, little queen, yeah(Raining)(Raining) |
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I see you, |
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I see you raining(Raining) |
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He knows you're raining(Raining) |
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Oh yeahYou're slippin' away with your gypsy band |
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You're hot on your music and playin' a winning hand |
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You were standin' in the line, thinkin' 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, little queen |
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Making your passion play, little queen |
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Nobody knows your melancholy mind, little queen |
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Yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen |
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Magazine, little queen, yeah |
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Ooh, oh no, no, no, little queen |
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Oh , ooh, no, no, no, |
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Little queen |
