Ghetto Queen

She puts her hair up in a bun And one of my old tee shirts on I probably stole or else I won it from the fair When her pilates tapes are done Lays out her clothes and packs a lunch She is nothing if not over prepared But not so easily, she fell for me She sleeps 8 hours every night but she hardly dreams, but She will always be She will always be my She will always be my ghetto queen I push her right up to the line Spend every dime, spill all the wine I burn the popcorn damn near every single time It isn't easy loving me For I am drunk, old and obscene I keep the devil in the pocket of my jeans But she has sewn us tight Our souls entwined Her eyes are bluer than the sky and I hope she sees, that She will always be She will always be my She will always be my ghetto queen I watch her fall asleep most nights And I can't help but wonder why In such a great big world we wound up sharing sheets But not so easily, she fell for me Her eyes are bluer than the sky and I hope she sees But she has sewn us tight, our souls entwined She sleeps 8 hours every night, but she hardly dreams, and She will always be She will always be my She will always be my ghetto queen Oh she will always be She will always be my She will always be my ghetto queen