מילים לשיר Little Queen – Heart

You'd rather have wine than gin
Only the finest by your skin
Always running after Time You're fancy with rhyme
Shining on the front page again Hot on the presses today Making your passion play 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 The telephone rang
Music kept on playing from your pen. Hot on the presses today Making your passion play Nobody knows your melancholy mind Little queen Raining RainingRaining Raining
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.