Smoker queen

Diamond’s smoker queen

Walking softly and gently

Like iron dressed in fur, and again

She’s parading along the platform / feeling pretty

(But) she smokes that thing and, she steps aside

And now, the subway is gone and she’s not in

Ohhh / ooooh

Neons roaring on her pale silver skin

Her crazy diamond in her hand, going barefoot on the floor

She just wants to take more and more, stuck in this burrow

Her red castle is now empty, the queen’s court is gone

The smoker queen, in this flow, all day long, her diamond makes her stay, and take more and more.

The smoker queen, with her diamond, trying to feel fine

The smoker queen, in this flow, all day long, her diamond makes her stay, and take more and more.

The smoker queen, with her diamond, trying to feel fine