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.