Queen

 

You look at me and turn away, like you hate what you see and hope I don’t stay. But you’re the one who strayed and covered your tracks with lies, and if you think I’m comin’ back, you can kiss my ass and suck me blind.

Chorus

‘Cause I need to beg to stay, or have to cry to get my way. So curse my name and say I’m to blame, but you aint never gonna be the same, ‘cause I can do it on my own. I’m all woman and the Queen of my throne.

*   *   *  *

You think I’ll quit and run back to you, but it’s you who laughed and said we were through. So hear me when I gloat and shout when I turn you from a steer to a cow. ‘Cause I’m the girl who sees blood red. The one you called Sweet Marmalade.

Chorus

‘Cause I don’t need to beg to stay, or have to cry to get my way. So curse my name and say I’m to blame, but you aint never gonna be the same, ‘cause I can do it on my own. I’m all woman and the Queen of my throne.

*   *   *  *

And if you ever cross my path, you better watch your front and watch your back. So keep your house and your fancy car, and all the money you waste in bars, ‘cause I’m the best you’ve had by far, so keep your hands off my candy jar.

 

Chorus

‘Cause I don’t need to beg to stay, or have to cry to get my way. So curse my name and say I’m to blame, but you aint never gonna be the same, ‘cause I can do it on my own. I’m all woman and the Queen of my throne.

 

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