Baby I'm A Queen

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
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 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