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 won't have a lot to say, but I'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you But, it's alright It's alright It's alright It's alright 'Cause you're my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon Red balloon And 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 (ooh) Or if this is love at all But your lips on mine have branded a sign Umm and it's alright It's alright It's alright It's alright Well, you're my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon Red balloon It's alright Yeah and it's alright You're my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon Red balloon It's alright It's alright It's alright It's alright