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could be the king you could be the queen and
My mind's dirty and it don't need cleanin'
I love you long time so you know the meanin'

Oh baby, I can't

Toño, e be like say I go upgrade my career... by lightening my skin, looking posh, straighten my nose, pump my azz, you know... make I do many

you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the US mail
Say it with dead flowers

moves, out of the line 
Molded by Rock n Roll 
As the sand cross the ages 
Provin' nothing to anyone 
No reason to change 
What is done 

Stoner... Stoner

My baby's coming home
My baby's coming home
My baby's coming home
Now I don't have too be alone
Anymore
 
She was the Queen
I was the Pawn
Her power

I have a message for you all
Don't you think that I’m the villain
Don't you think that my story is over yet  
It is true, I was defeated by the son

Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters
Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider
So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket

Beleeka Doodle Day

Al Stewart

The Bedsitter Images

1967

or the Queen
I wonder how they'd feel if they were me
I think its gonna start to rain
On this beleeka doodle day

Oh Jack the Ripper and Hippocrates

like fire, 6 thousand degrees
She brought her LV purse to collect her fees
Shit don't fly by her got, nobody to please
She's a hustler, she's a queen
She

& I thank the Lord that they became the queens I one day pray to be
I remember everything and I mean everything
First time in my life that I had nothing

weiß Reen lauf zu deinem Manager
Bleib Vertreter
Dann brauchst du keinen Manager
Keiner nimmt dein Album ernst
Du nennst dein Album Bernd
Hör den "Besten

G G G mode, life imekuanga simple
Mahn ningewatolea album, shida ni mi nko single
Ka unadai tubeef
Ah
Mahn utadrop a kilo
Ai ka unadai tumeet,for

Said I wouldn't be shit yea
Now look at you
DIDNT wanna be shit
Till that bitch knew that I
Made my own album
Now they like jimmy who
Can't solve all

A queen caressed by ocean's fingers
Her eyes once held secrets of the deep blue sea
Now closed in timeless dreaming
Lost for eternity
Seaweed crowns her

signals
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Too many signs are passing by
And my sorry little self
Can't comprehend anything no more
Did I go too fast or do I need

Still in Hollywood

Concrete Blonde

Concrete Blonde

1987

the voices singing to me,
Keep on, keep on, keep on.

Still in Hollywood!
Oh WOW! Thought I'd be out of here by now.
Still in Hollywood!
My, my I'm

crock, back on that ass (aw yeah)
Back on that ass (Montana)
Lucy, huh

Ayy, watch how I flip it, bag it
Switched it up, the rappin'
Queens, Harlem,

space ting, sail by tail spin, bare style snake skin, hair style stay trim, hear spice ""hail king"" hear me ""yes queen"" , esteemed, prestigious gene,

You're about to see how I spend my night (ah)
 
I'll be the king you wanted
You'll be the queen I need
And on, and on, and on, and on
 
Let's get

not yeah fair
My Queen is by his side
The Fight is not yeah fair

Making me feel
So dumb for loving you
Making me feel
Did so much for you
Making me

and queens, they ask for loud
You want to be on fire
Guarded by the ampire

Towers of sound shiver the ground
Shaking them bones and hearts
Healing the soul,

Shit getting hot where your bag at
In the streets, it's war like Baghdad
Yelling pz by the Baghdad

E-B-K, boy don't get clapped
Jacking Queens like Mets

wide.

Speed queen, adrenaline, gasoline.
As time goes by, it's like a fine wine.
It's such a thing, like nicotine and caffeine.
A state of mind I can't

the couples cuttin' loose
Swingin' round deuce by deuce
Sharp dressed players by the bar
Buyin' drinks and droppin' yards

Busy busy busy busy
Working bars