Queen Of The Magazines Lyrics

All right, all right, all right.

All right, come on.



Baby love me.

Baby, she can't care.

Baby love me.

Baby, she cannot care.



Well I wanna tell ya.

She was seventeen.

She was perfect.

Queen of the magazines.



She doesn't care,

What she did.

She didn't give a damn,

What she did.

She was my woman, seventeen.



She was the queen of the magazines, oh right.



I don't know what to tell ya.

She was so good.

Used to feel,

Like I thought she would.





Source: "Rock Is Dead" Studio Session - February 25, 1969