| Hey sweetie your old and grey
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| So tell me how you got that way
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| Those teenage excursions and midnight diversions
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| Now fallen to disarray
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| So baby, you’re off the hook
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| You got a face like an open book
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| Those orgies of pleasure, in satin and leather
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| Oh yea, you had that look, for sure baby
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| (Queenie, queenie)
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| Trapped in the ecstasy
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| (Queenie, queenie)
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| Caught in your legacy
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| (Holding on to)
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| Visions of yesterday
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| (Glycerine queenie)
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| You’ve run out of time to play
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| Go go go little queenie
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| You got no more game to play
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| Go go go little queenie
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| Queenie
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| Hey sweetie, it’s your game
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| You play it like you’re still the same
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| This hard road you’ve traveled your looks have unravelled
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| And your body’s gone up in flames
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| Hey baby, strut your stuff
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| I guess you’ll never get enough
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| My hats off to ya. |
| Attitude, screw ya
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| Don’t like me, well that’s tough
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| (Queenie, queenie)
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| Trapped in the ecstasy
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| (Queenie, queenie)
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| Caught in your legacy
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| (Holding on to)
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| Visions of yesterday
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| (Glycerine queenie)
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| You’ve run out of time to play
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| Go go go little queenie
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| You got no more game to play
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| Look at you queenie swinging and swaying
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| Got you earrings hanging low
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| Lipstick applied, gender defined
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| Tripping merrily down the road
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| Look at you queenie swinging and swaying
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| Its forever do or die
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| Put on a show, let yourself go
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| Then do it one last time
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| (Queenie, queenie)
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| Trapped in the ecstasy
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| (Queenie, queenie)
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| Caught in your legacy
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| (Holding on to)
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| Visions of yesterday
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| (Glycerine queenie)
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| You’ve run out of time to play
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| You’ve run out of time to play
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| You’ve run out of time
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| Hey queenie |