Everything

She had an afroceltic fire and a philosofic trill
She had the muscles of a giant with a delicate skill
She had the softness of a mama
And the kindness of a granny
She was yelling like Brown James Joyce Donkey Daddy

Now you may think the queen
was some doctrinial fool
Or like a monkey
doing tricks around a touristic crew
I\'d say a
This here character was nothing like that
I think the forces of this planet
all were bound in this cat

I said:
Hey
My life is OK