(Driscoll) She was wild, as a raging river She was free as an earth blown wind Rock and roll queen, rock and roll queen Wow, wow, rock, rock, rock, rock
just a rock 'n' roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just a rock 'n' roll star You're just a rock 'n' roll queen You know what I mean And I'm just
I hear: "It's time that she Wed a consort King" To produce an heir Is in fact the role of the Queen LORDS AND LADIES She stands divine As the sov'reign
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(As recorded by the Temptations) NORMAN WHITFIELD BARRETT STRONG It was the third of September, that day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that
make it Come on Queenie, let's shake it Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Won't ya tell me who the queen
right track, baby, I was born this way Don't be a drag, just be a queen Don't be a drag, just be a queen Don't be a drag, just be a queen Don't be
sun goes down And the curtain's up It's time for the show-oh-oh-oh They new to the scene, Make way for the queen. I'm on a roll-oh-oh-oh Stare in my
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest soldier And when I smoke, only roll up with
the games that I's kickin' at first It's time to explain My mind's been in reverse But now I think back when nobody cared And you was there just to roll
not lucky I'm blessed, Yes! Clap for the heavyweight champ, Me! But I couldn't do it all alone, We! Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley Southside Jamaica, Queens
we both live on deck Grabbing em on set This is how we roll independants she a go I'm gon go get Take that queen assure to ya We can live every month
'm not lucky I'm blessed, yes Clap for the heavyweight champ, me But I couldn't do it all alone, we Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley Southside Jamaica, Queens
s by any means Frozen they were stolen all the kings and queens Sudanese and Congolese who put the roll in the rock From here to Sudan, Metropolis to
shooting up funerals in their Sunday clothes (Ya!) And spending money on spinners, but won't pay college funds (Ya!) And all you gangers and bangers, Rolling