| Queen in My Pictures |
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| She used to be a fragile baby in a Golden place |
| But now it seems her acid visions have come and changed |
| That face she says |
| I’m hallucinating |
| Queen in my pictures |
| She’s drawing demon clusters on her stucco walls |
| And hanging all her clothing from her mothers ceiling |
| I’m hallucinating |
| Queen in my pictures |
| And all the handsome fellas used to want to hold her hand |
| But now she’s finding it hard to find a loving man |
| I’m hallucinating |
| Queen in my pictures |
| I met her recently upon a swollen Nile |
| She spoke to me with disconnected rhyme now |
| I am hallucinating |
| Queen in my pictures |
