John Cale - The Queen and Me lyrics
[John Cale - The Queen and Me lyrics]
Queen Victoria
My father and all his tobacco loved you
I love you too in all your forms
The slim and lovely virgin anyone would lay
The white figure floating among German beers
The mean governess of the huge pink maps
The solitary mourner of a prince
Queen Victoria i am cold and rainy
I am dirty as a glass roof
In a train station
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition
I want ornaments on everything
I want ornaments on everything
Because my love, she gone with other boys
Queen Victoria
Do you have a punishment under the white lace
Will you be short with her
And make her read those little Bibles
Will you spank her with a mechanical corset
I want her pure as power
I want her skin slightly
Musty with petticoats
Will you wash easy bidet out of her head?
Queen Victoria
I'm not much nourished by modern love
Will you come into my life
With your sorrow and your black carriages
And your perfect memories
Let us be two severe giants
Who discolour test tubes in
The halls of Science
Who turn up unwelcome at every World's Fair
Confusing the star dazed tourists
With our incomparable sense of loss
With our incomparable sense of loss
With our incomparable sense of loss
Because my love, she gone with other boys
Queen Victoria
The Twentieth Century belongs to you and me
My father and all his tobacco loved you
I love you too in all your forms
The slim and lovely virgin anyone would lay
The white figure floating among German beers
The mean governess of the huge pink maps
The solitary mourner of a prince
Queen Victoria i am cold and rainy
I am dirty as a glass roof
In a train station
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition
I want ornaments on everything
I want ornaments on everything
Because my love, she gone with other boys
Queen Victoria
Do you have a punishment under the white lace
Will you be short with her
And make her read those little Bibles
Will you spank her with a mechanical corset
I want her pure as power
I want her skin slightly
Musty with petticoats
Will you wash easy bidet out of her head?
Queen Victoria
I'm not much nourished by modern love
Will you come into my life
With your sorrow and your black carriages
And your perfect memories
Let us be two severe giants
Who discolour test tubes in
The halls of Science
Who turn up unwelcome at every World's Fair
Confusing the star dazed tourists
With our incomparable sense of loss
With our incomparable sense of loss
With our incomparable sense of loss
Because my love, she gone with other boys
Queen Victoria
The Twentieth Century belongs to you and me