Arum Rae - Warranted Queen

It looks like the tide is calling
Send off is drawing near
The whistle blowing
The commander's on the phone

I wont know your thoughts when i'm gone
I wont have a lot to say
But i'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you

And it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright

Why you'e my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon

You play your cards with a mystery face
And use your golden grace
I'll be sending my guards to come find you
I don't know where to fall
Or if this is love at all
But your lips on mine have branded a sign

But it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright

You're my hand-me-down jean
I'm your warranted queen
My mouth on your spoon
Goodnight red balloon

It's alright