[Lyric] Queen quarantine (Brahms' Third Racket)

Queen quarantine
Was it all a dream?
Hiding in her bed
Visions in her pretty head

All of the party people
Who knock on her door
They shouldn’t bother
With her anymore

Hubby doesn’t care
Work is needed on his hair
Carry home a bug
Like a microscopic thug

All over the atlas
People who lost their bearings
She shouldn’t bother
With them anymore

Queen quarantine
It was just a dream
Hiding in her bed
With a crown upon her head
All of the party people
Who break down her door
They shouldn’t bother
With her on the floor
Her on the floor
Her on the floor
Her on the floor

Queen quarantine
Queen quarantine
Queen quarantine