Queen B

Queen B
Queen B
Stick around with me
I’ll be Queen B-ette
You can be me-esque
Queen B
Let’s appall someone
Making out we’re dumb
Never less humdrum

You and I go out and spend the time

Forgetting what is right
Forgetting we’ve
Reputations to be losing

You and I with no-one to approve
Tight t-shirted and crude
Our heads held high
Suddenly we’re so amusing

Queen B
This was meant to be
Playing with the rules
Acting we’re so cool

Queen B
Why should we disguise
You beatified
Never was a crime

You and I go out and spend the time
Forgetting what is right
Forgetting there’s other ills
We should be curing

You and I with no-one to approve
Tied t-shirts to the moon
Our heads held high
Suddenly we’re so alluring