Letras
Red shirt now black — her split lip
She creeps on tiptoe — you never notice
Moves like a thief in your own flat
Thinks she's clever
Bruises on her knees? No — yours
No "thanks", no "please"
She takes when she wants — and she always wants
Her soul? Not cynical — calculation
So you're a hard man
Like it when it hurts man
Never had enough, man
Chest puffed — but empty, man
She's that poison type
Makes your mother grieve type
Makes your girl betray you tight
Might steal your wife, just to watch you break type
She's the bad queen
Duh
She's the bad queen
She likes when you beg for control
Even though she knows you've none
Own you? She lets you pretend
She'll be your weapon
Her mum sings along — but skips this one
If she read the words
She'd fear the women she ruins
So you're a hard man
Like it when it hurts man
Never had enough, man
Chest puffed — but empty, man
She's that poison type
Makes your mother grieve type
Makes your girl betray you tight
Might steal your wife, just to watch you break type
She's the bad queen
Duh
She's the bad queen, duh
She's only brilliant at being cruel
She likes when you rage
She's glad — really glad — you're alone
You said she's scared of her?
She doesn't see it —
But maybe it's 'cause she's wearing your scent like a trophy
She's a bad queen
She's a bad queen
Bad queen, bad queen
She's a... A fucken bitch, a fucken hun, she is my downfall—