Little Queen

You'd rather have wine than gin Only the finest by your skin Always running after Time, catching You're fancy with rhyme Shining on the front page again 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 Still you danced and you sang, all night The telephone rang Music kept on playing from your pen. Hot on the presses today, little queen Making your passion play, little queen Nobody knows your melancholy mind, Little queen Raining Raining- he knows your Soul ain't free Raining Raining- he feels you little queen Slipping away with your gypsy band Hot on your music and playing a winning hand He was standing in the line, thinking how you Moved his mind Feeling like he held you in his hand --- Little Queen - Heart