I got hot blood, baby, you can't pay my way
And I have to leave, even though you want me to stay
All your uniformed soldiers and all your parades
Don't begin to stir the heart of the Queen of Spades

I know you thought I'd be such an easy touch
You act so regal, but you still need a crutch
It's time to put an end to this masquerade
You can't begin to stir the heart of the Queen of Spades

My heart is aching for something more real
My soul is searching for something to feel

I got hot blood, baby, I'm no mannequin
That you just showcase when you get the whim
Once I idolized you, but the image fades
You don't begin to stir the heart of the Queen of Spades
No, you don't begin to stir the heart of the Queen of Spades

� 1986 Elorac Music (ASCAP), Screen Gems-EMI Music, Inc. (BMI)

Lyrics courtesy of Elorac Music.