You'd rather have wine than gin
Only the finest by your skin
Always running after Time, catching
You're fancy with rhyme
Shining on the front page again

Hot on the presses today, little queen
Making your passion play, little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind,
Little queen

Away from the sellers, the papers said
Your crown was tight and heavy on your head
Still you danced and you sang, all night
The telephone rang
Music kept on playing from your pen.

Hot on the presses today, little queen
Making your passion play, little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind,
Little queen

Raining Raining- he knows your Soul ain't free
Raining Raining- he feels you little queen

Slipping away with your gypsy band
Hot on your music and playing a winning hand
He was standing in the line, thinking how you
Moved his mind
Feeling like he held you in his hand

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANN WILSON, HOWARD M. LEESE, MICHAEL JOSEPH DEROSIER, NANCY LAMOUREAUX WILSON, ROGER DOUGLAS FISHER, STEVEN MICHAEL FOSSEN