Warranted Queen - Arum Rae

Looks like the tide is calling

Send off is drawing near

The whistle blowing

The commander’s on the phone

I won’t know your thoughts when I’m gone

I won’t have a lot to say

But I’ll be bored of smiling when it ain’t at you

And it’s alright, it’s alright

It’s alright, it’s alright

You’re my hand-me-down jean

I’m your warranted queen

My mouth on your spoon

Goodnight red balloon

You play your cards with a mystery face

And use your golden grace

I’ll be sending my guards to come find you

I don’t know where to fall

Or if this is love at all

But your lips on mine have branded a sign

But it’s alright, it’s alright (It's alright)

It’s alright, it’s alright

You’re my hand-me-down jean

I’m your warranted queen

My mouth on your spoon

Goodnight, red balloon

Red balloon

It’s alright

Hey, it’s alright

You’re my hand-me-down jean

I’m your warranted queen

My mouth on your spoon

Goodnight, red balloon

Red balloon

It’s alright

It’s alright (It's alright)

It’s alright

It’s alright (It's alright)

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright