[Verse 1] Baby I’m a queen, so why do you call me baby? It’s been about a week, it’s too soon for nicknames [Pre-Chorus] You tire me out but fill me up And I don’t mind it very much You do not wait to wake me up Too soon for mourning [Chorus] I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It’s too soon for sense though I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It’s too soon for sense though [Verse 2] Maybe I’m a queen, and maybe I’m a baby It’s been over a week, still too soon for nicknames [Pre-Chorus] You tire me out but fill me up And I don’t mind it very much You do not wait to wake me up Too soon for mourning [Chorus] I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It’s too soon for sense though I might prefer desire to self control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It’s too soon for sense though