Oh my queen beDo you know meThrough the paper moneyAm I weightless, only consciousDo they think it’s funnyI’ll be on my wayWhere the sun won’t fadeAnd the outer spaceIs mine to tasteI’m a pet nowTo the in crowdNot a moment aloneThink I’ll backstrokeTo a footnoteIn a report, closedAlmost empty would you mind a turnThat laughter always rings me outYou tried to get me get with your tricky wordsYou think you’ve got me figured outI’ll be on my wayWhere the sun won’t fadeAnd the outer spaceIs mine to taste