Letra de 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