Baby I'm a Queen

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 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