Queen quarantine

Was it all a dream?

Hiding in her bed

Visions in her pretty head

All of the party people

Who knock on her door

They shouldn’t bother

With her anymore

Hubby doesn’t care

Work is needed on his hair

Carry home a bug

Like a microscopic thug

All over the atlas

People who lost their bearings

She shouldn’t bother

With them anymore

Queen quarantine

It was just a dream

Hiding in her bed

With a crown upon her head

All of the party people

Who break down her door

They shouldn’t bother

With her on the floor

Her on the floor

Her on the floor

Her on the floor

Queen quarantine

Queen quarantine

Queen quarantine