Little Queen — текст песни (Heart)

You`d rather have wine than gin

Only the finest by your skin

Always running after Time - catching

You`re fancy with rhyme

Shining on the front page again



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

Still you danced and you sang - all night

The telephone rang

Music kept on playing from your pen.



Hot on the presses today - little queen

Making your passion play - little queen

Nobody knows your melancholy mind -

Little queen



Raining Raining- he knows your Soul ain`t free

Raining Raining- he feels you little queen



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