Little Queen Lyrics

You'd rather have wine than gin And only the finest by your skin Always runnin' after time Catching your fancy with rhymes Shinin' on the front page again
Now you're hot on the presses today, little queen Makin' 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 But still you danced and you sang all night The telephone rang And music kept on playin' from your pen
Now you're hot on the presses today, little queen Makin' your passion play, little queen Nobody knows your melancholy mind, little queen Yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen
You better shine, you better shine, you know You better shine, shine, shine tonight, oh
(Raining) He knows your soul ain't free (Raining) Oh an' he feels you, little queen, yeah
(Raining) (Raining) I see you, I see you raining (Raining) He knows you're raining (Raining) Oh yeah
You're slippin' away with your gypsy band You're hot on your music and playin' a winning hand You were standin' in the line, thinkin' how you moved his mind And feeling like he held you in his hand
And you're hot on the presses today, little queen Making your passion play, little queen Nobody knows your melancholy mind, little queen Yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen, yeah, little queen
Magazine, little queen, yeah Ooh, oh no, no, no, little queen Oh , ooh, no, no, no, Little queen