Queen Of The Krispy Kreme



Queen Of The Krispy Kreme

My baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme.
She can get down and nasty, but she’s never mean.
She’s the prettiest gal I’ve ever seen.
Yeah, my baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme.

I met her at the counter, and my heart skipped a beat.
I ordered iced coffee, but I was feeling her heat.
She offered me a special, “No thanks,” I replied.
But deep inside, I nearly died.

My baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme.
When I laid eyes on her, I thought she was a dream.
When I ordered my coffee, all I could think of was extra cream.
Now I’ve lost my heart the queen of the Krispy Kreme.

I asked her for a baker’s dozen. “Just mix ‘em up,” I said.
She sashayed to the donut rack,
but my mind was on how hot she was stacked.
I watched her gently handle my donuts,
both the cream and the jelly filled.
Oh man, she has looks that could kill.

She’s one bodacious lady,
who likes it when I get shady.
She serves me coffee light and sweet,
and with one smile she knocks me off my feet.

My baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme,
She can get down and nasty, but she’s never mean.
She’s the prettiest gal I’ve ever seen.
Yeah, my baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme.

One day she’s gonna leave me, of that I’m sure.
She'll just walk on out that swingin’ door.
A woman like her, don’t belong with a man like me.
But as long as she’s with me, I’ll get my donuts for free.

Yes! My baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme.
She can get down and nasty, but she’s never mean.
She’s the prettiest gal I’ve ever seen.
Yeah, my baby’s the queen of the Krispy Kreme.

-- R. A. Melos

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