She’s always talking about everyone else
She’s a little too prefect too good for herself
Her life is a palace she knows everything
And I know that’s why I’m not her king

She’s a queen she’s searching
She’s a queen without a king

She lives a queen’s life with who she’ll choose
Just when she’s winning that once more to loose
She’ll dream of another, she’ll fantasize
For someone to be there and dry her eyes

(When she cries)

She’s a queen she’s waiting
She’s a queen without a king

Copyright Rich Love © 2008