She doesn't own a dress
Hair is always a mess
You catch her stealin',
she won't confess,
she's beautiful.
Smokes a pack a day
Wait, that's me, but anyway,
She doesn't care a thing about that, hey,
She thinks I'm beautiful
Meet Virginia.

Chorus:
Well she wants to be the Queen
Then she thinks about her scene
Pulls her hair back as she screams
I don't really wanna be the queen

Her daddy wrestles alligators,
Mama works on carburetors
Her brother is a fine mediator for the President
Well here she is again on the phone
Just like me hates to be alone
We just like to sit at home,
and rip on the President
Meet Virginia.

Repeat Chorus:

She only drinks coffee at Midnight,
when the moment is not right,
her timing is quite unusual
you see her confidence is tragic,
but her intuition magic
and the shape of her body, unusual
Meet Virginia I can't wait to
Meet Virginia Yea

Repeat Chorus:
I don't really wanna be the queen (repeat until fade)

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