Sooo, I've decided...Me and the Queen hang out a lot. Everytime I bang a line of coke or go and see the man, she's right with me, staring from the backside of a twenty pound note, spying and smiling like she knows exactly what's goin down...Bless her cotten socks!!
But...When I awake she's gone, she has left the building with the man...
So I guess, me and Queenie have a thing goin on!!
Who'd of thunk it eh...Me and her majesty, on the razzle!!
Now excuse me while I go and get high!!