| I’m the sixth queen
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| I’m the wrong queen
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| I’ve got mascara running through my bloodstream
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| I’m on the hot step
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| I’ve got a broken heart
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| I want to be a cherry lipped little cheap tart
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| There’s a boy with a monobrow and club foot
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| And his family own all his villages huts
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| So I’ll travelled to New York
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| And sold my crotch for a dollar and a short
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| But there’s a symphony in my heart
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| And I’ve lost all my morals
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| Down an alleyway, boot polish, sky gaze
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| Bloody murder, my life has moved in strangeways
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| I was the sixth queen from the start
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| But I cast all my morals
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| On a tube train, boot polish, sky gaze
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| Bloody murder my life has moved in strangeways
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| I’ve got secrets trapped in my fishnets
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| I’m a coward man that works in an office block
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| I was a child who craved for a new world
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| I was a boy who yearned to be a cover girl
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| I learnt the history, and read about the six queens
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| I decided life should be about playing for the other team
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| I broke society wit a lipstick shot
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| Now my life has grown for old to hot
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| But there’s a symphony in my heart
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| And I’ve lost all my morals
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| Down an alleyway, boot polish, sky gaze
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| Bloody murder, my life has moved in strangeways
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| I was the sixth queen from the start
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| But I cast all my morals
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| On a tube train, boot polish, sky gaze
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| Bloody murder my life has moved in strangeways
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| But theres a tragedy in my heart
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| But I’ve lost all my morals
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| Down an alleyway, boot polish, sky gaze
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| Bloody murder, my life has moved in strangeways
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| I was the sixth queen from the start
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| But I cast all my morals
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| On a tube train, boot polish, sky gaze
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| Bloody murder my life has moved in strangeways |