Drazen Boskic

Police Queen

He a police queen he

He rides in his red Sierra

Mother sweet nicely framed

Hes taking this prisoner of me

Said taking this prisoner in his cocoon made

Of messy sheets

I said boy I dont need your key

Then he rapes his guitar

Cant believe that police queens

Auditioning for me

He wanna be that fella from Boston Public

Couldnt find a clue

Boy your serial already has enough queens

Still he rides in his red Sierra

Does she so sweet know all the boys

That have been here wonder if she saw

This prisoner of me

Make me a potato hot meal

Police queen

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/15/2006.

 

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