I call you up
On the telephone
Just to hear you moan
Sizzling in the sweat of drones
I want to dial you up
And undress you down
Take off that white gown
Will you dance with me
Will you go underneath the sea with me
Spend all your days w/o misery
Enjoying company
Your a queen on the dance floor
And you make this king
b/c two jacks don't make a king
A queen makes a king who he is
And your one of a kind
And I'm sharp dressed in my suit
When anyone says otherwise I'm ready to give them the boot
Your a queen on the dance floor
And you make this king
b/c two jacks don't make a king
A queen makes a king who he is
(alter verses)
She calls you up
On the telephone
Just to bitch and moan
Sizzling in a inferno of lies
She wants to cut you down to size
And make you feel down
So drink some whiskey and drown
Do you hear me now brother?
b/c it's a long way to the top
She wants you to spend all your days in misery
And you know misery loves company...
...but she's a queen on the dance floor
and she makes this king
b/c two jacks don't make a king
A queen makes a king who he is...
...hey man your one of us
And I'm pleased to say w/o a fuss
When you go on and on about your love
I'm ready to shove
Another drink in your face...
...what can I say you, ace
Now that's just not my style of pace...
...alright...
(sang together)
Two jacks might not make a king
But a good feeling makes a king what he is
written by William Ramsey (jesmiaus, music project)
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