Cruel, Cruel Queen ft. Kristina Murray Lyrics

Well, my cruel, cruel queen, she never treats me mean, and brother, that's a fact

She never tells me lies, and to my surprise, she's always got my back

She cooks me eggs in the morning, supper in the evening and dinner at lunchtime

Man, I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun to call that cruel, cruel queen all mine

But when I step out on Friday night, she gets that look don't you see

It always leaves me wondering if she's gonna murder me

Well, my cruel, cruel queen, she's a beautiful thing; she's always making eyes

But I never can tell if she really means well, or if she's gonna take me by surprise

Well, my good-timin' man, he does the best that he can; but the best he can ain't much

He sits around the house with his feet on the couch, watchin' TV and such

He picks guitar on the weekend and always leaves me thinkin' he could have made something of his life

But here I stand with my fun-loving man, a stay-at-home, hardworking wife

But when he steps out on Saturday, I get these thoughts in my head

And I always end up wondering if he's gonna wind up dead

Well, my cruel, cruel queen, she never treats me mean, and brother, that's a fact

She never tells me lies, and to my surprise, she's always got my back

She cooks me eggs in the morning, supper in the evening and dinner at lunchtime

Man, I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun to call that cruel, cruel queen all mine

I said, man, I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun to call that cruel, cruel queen all mine