Queen

She waits for him Like she is his Queen, on her throne Wanting him to come home And love her She waits for him Like she is his Queen, in a daze His work has been hard these days He hasn't been home She waits for him Like she is his Queen, on the bed Adultry is sin, the preacher said And the King is burning in hell She waits for him Like she is his Queen, waiting on the couch The King is pathetic, what a grouch Can't take his bullets like a man She doesn't wait for him She is her own Queen, sitting on the throne Jury of Peers let her free And now she's ruling the Queendom