Ghetto Queen by Hey Monea Lyrics

She puts her hair up in a bun and one of my old tee shirts on, I probably stole our maybe won from the fair
When her pilates tapes are done, lays out her clothes and packs a lunch, she is nothing if not over prepared

Not so easily, she fell for me, she sleeps 8 hours every night but she don't dream
She will always be. She will always be my. She will always be my ghetto queen

I push her right up to the line, spend every dime spill all the wine, I burn the popcorn damn near every single time
It's not easy loving me, I am drunk old and obscene, I keep the devil in the pocket of my jeans

But she's sewn us tight, our souls in twine, her eyes are bluer than the sky I hope she sees
She will always be. She will always be my. She will always be my ghetto queen

I watch her fall asleep most nights, and I often wonder why, in a great big world we wound up sharing sheets

Not so easily, she fell for me. She sleeps 8 hours, but she never seems to dream. But our souls entwined, she's sewn us tight, her eyes are bluer than the sky I hope she sees
She will always be. She will always be my. She will always be my ghetto queen...