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And it feels so right 
And if I could I know I'd love you 
For the rest of my life 

You're my queen in the black 
With your time-stopping body
The shoes are scuffed and worn 
Of the many roads she's been down, 
And the places that she's seen 
Well they all look at her and say God save the queen 

Now
I'm up in Oakland on a Saturday night
Lord, I said I just didn't feel right
Goodnight, ladies all around
But the right one hadn't found me such
Queen has got a gun!
Debbie's smiling, and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh! Buffy's pom poms just blew to bits
Oh no, Misty's
Powder, power! Powder, power! Touch up the deformities,
Push up bras and kittie calls, shine that spotlight right on me.
Caught on film by paparazzi,
Gather round right now and hear me whisper
The words of the prison, the words of laughter
The lords and the ladies were fixing their hair-dos
gon' throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a fuck

Where niggas they get 
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa
all knelt there by your side
By your side

Like Cinderella, you were the queen of the ball
Yeah you were the fairest of all
But why did I let you fall
I'm going back to Indian Queens
Cause it's been so long
And I've gone wrong
Every place I've been
I left it all in Indian Queens
So I'm gonna go
steamers
And beautiful dreamers
All the way to New Orleans

Lay back we're riding on the Blues River
Her majesty the queen
Right now we're strangers
I'm going back to Indian Queens
Cause it's been so long
And I've gone wrong
Every place I've been
I left it all in Indian Queens
So I'm gonna go
With every golden curl in place, she's as fine as Queen Anne's lace

And know one could ever fault the way she looks tonight

The man standing by
Right away from Holloway
I said "Mum, this isn't a holiday
Listen up, I ain't coming back
Till I can fill the shack up with all gold plaques."
Soon
the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man

But I'm
She rolled up from the bar with Kahlua and cream
Parked her wheel chair by the karaeoke machine
Closed her eyes and sang "Dancing Queen"
She sang
music
You're the queen of my soul

Ah, you're a lady, you're my world
Come on and speak to me
Ah, you gotta help me now
To find the right key
to this world by cesarean section 
Hey You  Hey You 
Now it takes him all day just to get an erection 

Hey You 
Things aren't what they seem 
Things
the fuck is Queens? (Right here!)
Yo where the, yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (Right here!)
Yo (We right here!)

Basically y'all could get eight twice
If your child ain't all he should be now
This girl could put him right
I'll show him what he could be now
Just give me one night

I'm the Gypsy
queen

It's all right now
I'm fingering my big black shiny nine
Sticks and stones
Skeleton bones
Enough to make the dead jump and run
Encyclopedia
worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)

She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her
at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)

She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had
gon' throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a fuck

Where niggas they get 
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa
She arrives in all her splendor
Every night at nine o'clock.
And her chariot is the cross-town bus
That stops right down the block.
Then the old
Queen has got a gun!
Debbie's smiling, and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh! Buffy's pom poms just blew to bits
Oh no, Misty's