Blame it on the way that you top that sundae
Or how you're lookin' so scrumptious
Blame it on the way that you bat those pretty
Eyes down at somethin' so luscious
Hands up if you're in a bad romance
And a man took you to the cleaners
Hands up if you're in a good romance
And today you wearin' a zinger
The boys who broke my heart
Get toasted with the caramel of my affection
The man who won my heart
Gets Paras stormin' out of the backroom henhouse
Say "We're comin' for her crown"
Not on my watch
I'll spin in swirl
So I'll put a bow on
Give it to the low-brow
Callin' it my "low-hanging fruit"
Where are my bridesmaids?
The peanuts rainin' down on them
They called me gourmet
But I don't usually get strawberry sauce
The boys who broke my heart
Get toasted with the caramel of my affection
The man who won my heart
Gets Paras stormin' out of the backroom henhouse
Say "We're comin' for her crown"
Not on my watch
I'll spin in swirl
(I'm the queen of love)
(I'm the queen of love)
(I'm the queen of love)
(I'm the queen of love)