I'm spinning right away I feel sick and tired
But who's on the streets today
Who's on the same pages, Oh Yeah!
Who will knock upon my door
All is right all is right
A teenage Queen is locked up tight tonight
And on the streets they cry,
Hooray! The Queen will live to see another day
She's slipping right away she feels sick and tired
But who's on the streets she asks
Where are my sweet pages Oh yeah!
Will they knock upon my door
All is right all is right
Little Queen she cried herself to sleep last night
But fear not my little Queen the people still love you it would seem

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