Queen
She walked around in faded jeans, she looked like Halloween.
She was obscene, would act really mean. She was only in her teen's, it was all a smokescreen.
Til one day she was creating a scene, someone came and intervened.
And let her know, she don't have to be obscene nor demean because she's a true Queen.
Now she's in Magazines and on The Big Screen.
So if you are in your teen's or umpteen, love cuisine or come on like a marine.
Remember, deep inside there lies a Queen.
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