Baby I'm a queen, so why do you call me baby?

It's been about a week, it's too soon for nicknames.

You tire me out but fill me up

And I don't mind it very much

You do not wait to wake me up

Too soon for mourning.

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though.

Maybe I'm a queen, and maybe I'm a baby

It's been over a week, still too soon for nicknames.

You tire me out but fill me up

And I don't mind it very much

You do not wait to wake me up

Too soon for mourning.

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though

I might prefer desire to self control

I might prefer crying to being composed

I might prefer chaos to even flow

It's too soon for sense though.