Obscene Queen Bee #2

Cigarette, choking pet
How you gonna pay the rent
Now that all your money’s gone?
I know you, you know me
We meet at the cemetery
Digging ditches and turning up stones
Oh my my
Obscene queen bee
I wish I knew
I wish I knew the cure for the disease
Which causes you to be so cold
A wet dream, a magazine
Fantasies and make-believes
My headless chicken’s going to get stoned
And Paris it is so full of rage
Undercover, center-stage
Voulez-vous coucher with this animal
Oh my my
Obscene queen bee
I wish I knew
I wish I knew the cure for the disease
Which causes you to be so cold
Radiant, allowance spent
Really, I had only meant that
We should never get so sentimental
A broken string, a wedding ring
Behind a fence I have no sense
For what the neighbors think of self-control
Oh my my
Obscene queen bee
I wish I knew
I wish I knew the cure for the disease
Which causes you to be so cold