Little Queen

You'd rather have wine than gin And only the finest by your skin Always running after time Catching your fancy with rhymes Shining on the front page again Now you're 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 But still you danced and you sang All night the telephone rang And music kept on playing from your pen Now 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, ooh 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, and he feels you, little queen, yeah (Raining) Oh, I know (Raining) I see you, I see you raining (Raining) He knows you're raining (Raining) Oh, yeah Now you're slipping away with your gypsy band And you're hot on your music and playing a winning hand You were standing in the line Thinking 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