When it is already tiring for her,
She just turn her radio on,
Listens to the rhythm of the music,
And begin raising her hands on the air,
Swiftly move her hips to the beat,
Sway her head like a drunk woman,
At her time of distress, she dances like a crownless queen.
Dance like a crownless queen
When it is already tiring for her,
She just turn her radio on,
Listens to the rhythm of the music,
And begin raising her hands on the air,
Swiftly move her hips to the beat,
Sway her head like a drunk woman,
At her time of distress, she dances like a crownless queen.