Cruel, Cruel Queen ft. Kristina Murray Lyrics
- Genre:Country
- Year of Release:2023
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