ROCK'N'ROLL QUEEN (ORIGINAL POEM)

You are my rock'n'roll Queen,
I behave like a teenager - teen ...
Begging you to, please be mine,
I will take you where the Sun does not shine!
She is so, oh, my God, rock'n'roll,
I would ask her for a walk - stroll ...
Give me your signature, you serpentine,
in return you get wine, unique - so fine?
I am so high, for you I am crazy,
be mine, until everything gets hazy!
Ah, this is a fault of the Cupid,
excuse me, I fell in love, I am stupid!