Christine : You sent all your teeth to a jeweler
And broke them whistlers
They are asunder
Some of them could say you lost your temper
In the bloomed colors
There could be an answer
The Queens : Callin’ Cee Cee Lee Cee Cee Lyles Cee Cee lie lie lie
Christine : You’re a drifter !
A volcano died as you shyly spoke
Now follow its smoke
Now follow its smoke
What lies ahead is an empty kingdom
Where there could be no question
There could be no love
The Queens : Callin’ Cee Cee Lee Cee Cee Lyles Cee Cee lie lie lie