Queen for a Day

One-of-a-kind waste of my time

Sullenly minding my own suddenly thumbed from your throne

Summoned to service the ends of your nerves,

Just to get thrown right behind now we're both out of your mind

Well go ahead and change your locks and your secret knock

Pull down your gown but I still got bends in my sword from when

We were rollin' around yeh, me and Queenie were rollin' around

Please the Queen for a day and then hell to pay

Your will be done, not just"Be gone"

"Cut that weed out of my lawn"

My head's on the block you're scared I might talk

All about my frolic through your frock

Chop chop, pauper, gotta put a stop

To the crowing of the cock

Change your locks and your secret knock – pull down your gown but,my

Queen for a Day, you better hope and pray it all stays underground

The proof – proof you lowered yourself this far down

Ooh, such feral desires, they imperil your spires

As for paupers who thought you higher

Well, to now pull you down by your gown they aspire

So if you mean to rule on, well then smother the songs singing your wrongs

What kind of queen ever longs to be pawed by her pawns?

...Pawed by her pawns