Little Queenie - Little Caesar

Look at Little Queenie, ain’t she somethin' to see

She’s a slice of heaven, kinda sugary

Well she’s so quick when she sets her sight

The venom hid in denim makes it hard to fight

Little Queenie, Little Queenie

I said to Little Queenie, why ya pickin' me?

I ain’t got no money, in these torn up jeans

She said «Money, it don’t mean a thing

I’ll be your Little Queenie, will you be my king?'

Little Queenie, Little Queenie

What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets

And Little Queenie wants to take ya home

Little Queenie wants her cake, and she’ll eat it too

She’ll lick the icin' off the candle when her meal is thru

She said «I'm so stuffed, boy you sure can bake

Now Little Queenie’s oven wants another cake»

Little Queenie, Little Queenie

What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets

And Little Queenie wants to take ya home

Said goodbye to Queenie at the mornin’s rise

She grabbed me by the collar, looked me in the eyes

She said «Hold on, baby not so fast

If you’re gonna be the first, you gotta make it last!»

Little Queenie, Little Queenie

What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets

And Little Queenie wants to take ya home

Little Queenie, Little Queenie

What Little Queenie wants, Little Queenie gets

And Little Queenie wants to take ya home