| She was never a Madonna |
| No one ever called her a saint |
| But you can’t go through life blaming and shaming |
| People for what they ain’t |
| Cause what she was was an honest queen |
| Not exactly all my young man’s dream |
| But when I think of what she could have been |
| Ah she was an honest queen |
| All the sins of her family |
| Felt like stones upon her head |
| And she told me when she met me |
| Forget me, don’t you love me |
| Cause I’ve long been dead |
| But what she was was an honest queen |
| Never straight but never in between |
| And when I think of what she could have been |
| Ah she was an honest queen |
| You know you have to start to worry |
| When every other word becomes I’m sorry |
| She was never a mother |
| Never even my wife |
| But I knew her backwards and forwards |
| Oh, how I wish I could have given you life |
| Baby, what she was was an honest queen |
| Not exactly all my young man’s dream |
| But when I think of what she could have been |
| Ah she was an honest queen |