Queen of the Nineties

Charming manners never works on these girls
You’re far from your dance floor world
The guns of Brixton never ring a bell dear
Your friends are not in here but we’d love to keep
You
I’m a queen of the 90's
What on earth have you been feeding me
There’s no way to get out now I am lost here in my
Fading dream
Stupid city what have you been feeding me
What else is there to see?
Colourful boots have never looked so awkwardly bright
As they do on me tonight
Have I lost my guidelines
I’m a queen of the 90's
What on earth have you been feeding me
There’s no way to get out now I am lost here in my
Fading dream
I’m a queen of the 90's
What on earth have you been feeding me
There’s no way to get out now have I lost my
Guide lines
So you think so
So you think so
So you think so
So you think so
So you think so
So you think so