Poor Queen

I'm spinning right away

I feel sick and tired

But who's on the streets today?

Who's on the same pages, Oh Yeah?

And who will knock upon my door

All is right

All is right

A teenage Queen

Is locked up tight tonight

And on the streets

They cry "Hurray!"

The Queen will live

To see another day

She's slipping right away

She feels sick and tired

"But who's on the streets" she'd ask

"Where are my sweet pages

Oh yeah!

Will they knock upon my door?"

All is right all is right

Little Queen

She cried herself to sleep

Last night

But fear not

My little Queen