The Queen
Oh, tonight I'm gonna show
Them what I'm made of, oh
The killer queen inside me's coming to say hello
Oh tonight I will return
The fame and riches earned
With you I'd watch them all be burned
Woah woah
Whenever I start feeling strong I'm called a bitch in the night
But I don't need these 14 karat guns to win
I am a woman I insist, it's my life
I can be the queen that's inside of me
This is my chance to release
And be brave for you
You'll see
I can be the queen you need me to be
This is my chance to be the dance
I've dreamed it's happening
I am wind and hurricane
The stormy sky and rain
When you run dry I'll flood your pain
Woah Woah
In between the moments of
The lady I've become
A voice beats through the
Noise like drums
Rum pum pum pum
Whenever I start feeling strong I'm called a bitch in the night
But I don't need these 14 karat guns to win
I am a woman I insist, it's my life
I can be the queen that's inside of me
This is my chance to release
And be brave for you
You'll see
I can be the queen you need me to be
This is my chance to be the dance
I've dreamed it's happening
I can be the queen
The que ee- ee- ee- ee- ee- eeen
The queen queeen queeeen
Queen queeen queeeen
Queen queeen queeeen
Starry night
Come inside me like never before
Don't forget me when I come crying to Heaven's door
I will fly
In a challenger across the sky
Like a phoenix
So I can remind them of the dream I bore
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