Heart - Little Queen lyrics
You'd rather have wine than gin
And only the finest by your skin
Always running after time
Catching your fancy with rhyme
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
You better shine
You better shine
You know, you better shine, shine, shine tonight, oh
(Raining, raining) he knows your soul ain't free
(Raining, raining) oh, and he feels you, little queen, yeah
(Raining, raining) I see you, I see you raining
(Raining) he knows you're raining
(Raining) oh, yeah
You're slipping away with your gypsy band
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