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
Artist: Heart
Year: 1977
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 164