She puts her hair up in a bun
And one of my old tee shirts on
I probably stole or else I won it from the fair
When her pilates tapes are done
Lays out her clothes and packs a lunch
She is nothing if not over prepared
But not so easily, she fell for me
She sleeps 8 hours every night but she hardly dreams, but
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 isn't easy loving me
For I am drunk, old and obscene
I keep the devil in the pocket of my jeans
But she has sewn us tight
Our souls entwined
Her eyes are bluer than the sky and I hope she sees, that
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 can't help but wonder why
In such a great big world we wound up sharing sheets
But not so easily, she fell for me
Her eyes are bluer than the sky and I hope she sees
But she has sewn us tight, our souls entwined
She sleeps 8 hours every night, but she hardly dreams, and
She will always be
She will always be my
She will always be my ghetto queen
Oh she will always be
She will always be my
She will always be my ghetto queen