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