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