Poor Queen

I'm spinning right away I feel sick and tired But who's on the streets today? Who's on the same pages, Oh Yeah? And who will knock upon my door All is right All is right A teenage queen Is locked up tight tonight And on the streets they cry "Hurray!" The queen will live to see another day She's slipping right away She feels sick and tired "But who's on the streets" she'd ask "Where are my sweet pages Oh yeah! Will they knock upon my door?" All is right All is right Little queen She cried herself to sleep last night But fear not my little queen The people still love you it would seem