Hey, sweetie, you're old and gray.
So tell me how you got that way.
Those teenage excursions and midnight diversions,
now falling to disarray.
So baby, you're off the hook.
You got a face like an open book.
Those orgy's of Fletcher and satin and leather,
oh yeah.
You have the look
for sure, baby.
Queenie, queenie, trapped in the ecstasy.
Queenie, queenie, calling your legacy.
Holding on to visions of yesterday.
Glycerine queenie, you're out of time to play.
Go, go, go, little queenie.
You got no more game to play.
Go, go, go, little queenie.
Hey, queenie.
Hey, sweetie,
it's your game.
You play it like
it's still the same.
This hard road you've traveled,
your looks have unraveled and your
body's gone up in flames.
Hey, baby,
scratch your stuff.
I guess you never get enough.
My
hat's off to you.
Attitude screw you.
Don't like me.
Well, that's tough.
Queenie, queenie, trapped in the ecstasy.
Queenie, queenie, calling your legacy.
Holding on to visions of yesterday.
Glycerine queenie, you're out of time to play.
Go,
go, go, little queenie.
You got no more game to play.
Queenie, swing it and sway it.
Got your earrings hanging low.
Lipstick applied,
gender defined, dripping down low.
Look at you, queenie.
Swing it and sway it.
It's forever.
Do or die.
Put on a show.
Let yourself go.
And do it one last time.
Queenie, queenie, trapped in the ecstasy.
Queenie, queenie, calling your legacy.
Holding on to visions of yesterday.
Glycerine queenie, you're out of time to play.
You're out of time to play.