Cruel, Cruel Queen (feat. Kristina Murray)

Well, my cruel, cruel queen, she never treats me mean, and brother, that's a fact She never tells me lies, and to my surprise, she's always got my back She cooks me eggs in the morning, supper in the evening and dinner at lunchtime Man, I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun to call that cruel, cruel queen all mine But when I step out on Friday night, she gets that look don't you see It always leaves me wondering if she's gonna murder me Well, my cruel, cruel queen, she's a beautiful thing; she's always making eyes But I never can tell if she really means well, or if she's gonna take me by surprise Well, my fun-loving man, he does the best that he can; but the best he can ain't much He sits around the house with his feet on the couch, watchin' TV and such He picks guitar on the weekend and always leaves me thinkin' he could have made something of his life But here I stand with my fun-loving man, a stay-at-home, hardworking wife But when he steps out on Saturday, I get these thoughts in my head And I always end up wondering if he's gonna wind up dead Well, my cruel, cruel queen, she never treats me mean, and brother, that's a fact She never tells me lies, and to my surprise, she's always got my back She cooks me eggs in the morning, supper in the evening and dinner at lunchtime Man, I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun to call that cruel, cruel queen all mine I said, man, I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun to call that cruel, cruel queen all mine