He a police queen he
He rides in his red Sierra
Mother sweet nicely framed
He’s taking this prisoner of me
Said taking this prisoner in his cocoon made
Of messy sheets
I said boy I don’t need your key
Then he rapes his guitar
Can’t believe that police queen’s
Auditioning for me
He wanna be that fella from Boston Public
Couldn’t find a clue
Boy your serial already has enough queens
Still he rides in his red Sierra
Does she so sweet know all the boys
That have been here wonder if she saw
This prisoner of me
Make me a potato hot meal
Police queen
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Published on e-Stories.org on 15.06.2006.
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