Queen of Swords

Fatherless daddy’s girl
False drowning in public pools
Attention w***e
PreMadonna
All the boys
Seem to want her

But she acts like she doesn’t need them
Runs their tab up, she doesn’t see them
Personal chefs
Flights by the dozen
Passport stamped
Body is lovely

But it’s not what she wants
Plays the role like she needs the job
But there’s someone she loves
Who doesn’t love her back
And it haunts like a stench
Coming from your grandma’s house

So she aimlessly wanders
Hoping that she’ll find him somehow,
In the next, in another
And until then
She remains PreMadonna