The Queen of my City

Under dim lights of my city streets
There stands a woman with a purpose
With a grin in her smile
And an anxiety on her face
As her cloths sticks to her skin
She takes some steps towards the road
Her instincts are real perfect
Oh she looks ready like any other night
She’s crazy and she wants to get wild
Under pale lights of my city
Myriad gaze falls upon her
But she’s not bothered
As she’s quite sure about her


A car stopped near her
She bends over the window
And the engine roared in the dark
She’s quite sure of her
As she fixed her price with a smile
In the backseat there’s the king for tonight
He will rule her as he likes
Same old scream and grin
Will roll back like every other night
She spends her day in dust of disarray
As dusk calls in another night
Reflection of her face on her mirror
Oh, there she is
The Queen of my city, ready to go
On the road again


She gives in to a man’s libido
Night after night
As sweat pours from all her pores
She remembers her old man
Her dolls and her little red cloak
She was her daddy’s girl
A little girl with dreams
To be a woman someday
Now no one sees her as a woman
Does she feels herself to be?
All that remains are scars in and out
From a violent night out
And she smiles and says
“I’m an entertainer, a star
I’m the Queen of my city”