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Queen For A Day

One-of-a-kind waste of my time
I was minding my own
Thumbed from your throne
Summoned to service the ends of your nerves
And then get put behind
Now we’re both out of your mind... well go ahead and

Change your locks, 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, and 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

Oh, 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

If you mean to rule on, then smother the songs
Singing your wrongs
What kind of queen ever longs
To be pawed by her pawns....
Pawed by her pawns... 

from Soal of Dark Water Music, Words and Music by Dug (Soal of Dark Water Music, BMI). © All rights reserved