Song Lyrics
Hot on your music and playing a winning hand, little queen
Away from the sellers, catching you fancy
The telephones rang, raining raining
Little queen, you d rather have wine than gin, music kept on playing from you pen
Hot on your music and playing a winning hand, nobody knows your melancholy mind
He was standing in the line, music kept on playing from you pen
Music kept on playing from you pen, making your passion play
little queen
Little queen, shining on the front page again Queen, moved his mind
Thinking how you, the telephones rang
still you danced and you sang
Making your passion play, nobody knows your melancholy mind, little queen
Still you danced and you sang, music kept on playing from you pen, raining raining
little queen
making your passion play
little queen
Only the finest by your skin, hot on the presses today Queen, raining raining
He was standing in the line, he knows your soul ain t free, away from the sellers
the telephones rang
moved his mind
Thinking how you, slipping away with you gypsy band Heart, making your passion play
Little queen, your crown was tight and heavy on your head