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queen - the march of the black كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
do you mean it
do you mean it
do you mean it
why don’t you mean it
why do i follow you and where do you go

[guitar solo]

[verse 1]
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
you’ve never seen nothing like it no never in your life
like going up to heaven and then coming back alive
let me tell you all about it (and the world will so allow it)
ooh, give me a little time to choose
water babies singing in a lily-pool delight
blue powder monkeys praying in the dead of night
here comes the black queen, poking in the pile
fie-fo the black queen, marching single file
take this, take that, bring them down to size

[chorus]
(march to the black queen)

[guitar solo]

[verse 2]
put them in the cellar with the naughty boys
a little bit of sugar then a rub-a dub-a baby oil
black on, black on every finger nail and toe
we’ve only begun, begun
make this, make that, keep making all that noise

[chorus]
oooh march to the black queen

[post-chorus]
ooh, now i’ve got a belly-full
you can be my sugar-baby, you can be my honey-chile, yes

[guitar solo]

[verse 3]
a voice from behind me reminds me
spread out your wings you are an angel
remember to deliver with the speed of light
a little bit of love and joy
everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore
a little bit of love and joy
in each and every soul lies a man and very soon
he’ll deceive and discover
but even to the end of his life, he’ll bring a little love

[verse 4]
i reign with my left hand, i rule with my right
i’m lord of all darkness, i’m queen of the night
i’ve got the power, now do the march of the black queen
my life is in your hands, i’ll fo and i’ll fie
i’ll be what you make me, i’ll do what you like
i’ll be a bad boy, i’ll be your bad boy
i’ll do the march of the black queen
ah ah ah ah

[guitar solo]

[verse 5]
walking true to style
she’s vulgar, ‘buse, and vile
fie-fo the black queen tattoos all her pies
she boils and she bakes, and she never dots her “i’s”

[outro]
forget your singalongs and your lullabies
surrender to the city of the fireflies
dance with the devil in beat with the band
to h-ll with all of you hand-in-hand
but now it’s time to be gone
la la la la forever, forever
ah ah ah ah ah

[segue to “funny how love is”]

- queen

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