I want the crystal queen.
Go call her on the phone.
She smells like cigarettes.
She feels like silicone.
She feels like silicone.

I want the crystal queen, hey.
She'll kill the dream.
She'll kill the dream, the crystal queen.

September '95 I bought her ___
I took her home a couple times,
Now she never leaves.
She never seems to leave.

I want the crystal queen.
She'll kill the dream.
She'll kill the dream, the crystal queen.

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Writer(s): Frederick M Cornog