Lyrics

You’re so pretty
Sweet child Louise, and you
Take their money their credit cards
They graze with their eyes
High heels, girly girls, fake pearls, what they see
Your disguise
Road show, alcohol, no control that’s what it be
That’s what it be, that’s what it be
Queen of, queen of your dreams
Queen of, queen of your dreams

You’re so free girl
Make believing my dear
That you ain't so scared and the money is free
I call on my gods and
Guardian angels to look down on you
My baby, my sweet baby my sweet baby
They keep you from harm
You know I would wrap my unseen arms around you
And I love you so, you don’t know
That you’re the queen of your dreams
Queen of, queen of your dreams
Queen of, queen of your dreams
Queen of, queen of your dreams
(Queen of your dreams, queen of your dreams, queen of your dreams)
Queen of, queen of your dreams
(Queen of your dreams, queen of your dreams, queen of your dreams)
Queen of, queen of your dreams
Queen of, queen of your dreams