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Baby I'm a queen, so why do you call me baby? It's been about a week, it's too soon for nicknames You tire me out but fill me up And I don't mind it very much You do not wait to wake me up Too soon for mourning I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sense though I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sense though Maybe I'm a queen, and maybe I'm a baby It's been over a week, still too soon for nicknames You tire me out but fill me up And I don't mind it very much You do not wait to wake me up Too soon for mourning I might prefer desire to self control Letras de cancionesI might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sense though I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sense though From Letras Mania