Little Queenie

Look at Little Queenie, ain't she somethin' to see
She's a slice of heaven, kinda sugary
Well she's so quick when she sets her sight
The venom hid in denim makes it hard to fight

Little Queenie, Little Queenie

I said to Little Queenie, why ya pickin' me?
I ain't got no money, in these torn up jeans
She said "Money, it don't mean a thing
I'll be your Little Queenie, will you be my king?'

Little Queenie, Little Queenie
What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets
And Little Queenie wants to take ya home

Little Queenie wants her cake, and she'll eat it too
She'll lick the icin' off the candle when her meal is thru
She said "I'm so stuffed, boy you sure can bake
Now Little Queenie's oven wants another cake"

Little Queenie, Little Queenie
What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets
And Little Queenie wants to take ya home

Said goodbye to Queenie at the mornin's rise
She grabbed me by the collar, looked me in the eyes
She said "Hold on, baby not so fast
If you're gonna be the first, you gotta make it last!"

Little Queenie, Little Queenie
What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets
And Little Queenie wants to take ya home

Little Queenie, Little Queenie
What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets
And Little Queenie wants to take ya home