Lyric She s My Queen

She s from the south bay.
She just loves to quote Hemmingway.
She vacuums the house in her high heals and her lingerie.
Dad s an engineer.
Mom likes to interfere.
And every night it s a bottle of white to hold her tight and mask her fear.
Where she ll teach you how to fuck like an acrobat.

She ll flash that angel/devil grin.
And wait for worship to begin.
She s my queen.
She s my Marilyn and I m her Joe Dimaggio.
She is my queen.

She does up her hair.
A monogamous affair.
Where the dinner conversation is of sex and moliere.
Then it s back to her flat above the laundromat.