(I'm not the) queen of the world.

Whiskey please, I need some whiskey please
So bring me consciousness and kill my innocence
Please lay your eyes on me
Lead me in the dance
Give me no chance to reconsider

I'm (not) the queen of the world
I bump into things
I spin around in circles
And I'm singing

Why can't I stay like this, Dear God?
Let me be young
Let me stay please
Let me stay like this

Bring me home
I got no plans for tomorrow
I Got no plans for tomorrow
I Got no plans in sight

In fact I'm free this week
I'm free this month
I am Lonely this year
I am Lonely forever