Queen And The Cowboy

So tell me what it is, what is was and what is shall be? 
What's around the corner? What's with you and me? Can you 
see in the crystal ball if we changing, breaking the mold 
of tripped-out relationship? What goes up is always gonna 
come down. Is there fact in that fiction? Do I feel 
friction? Shhh! Don't answer, not even a question. I don't 
think I could take the rejection. Not today , I'm in a tux 
with tight fit. Lights are flashin' tapes are rollin'. I 
wonder if I've been spotted here alone and I wonder if I 
could get a refund on this bow.

I turn my scenery into words, pour my 40's on the curb, 
light my candle sticks at night... get 'em cowboy.

She's the queen of the ball.

I wonder what it's like on the other side? I could be the 
man with the beautiful bride. It's hard to admit you need 
attention. But you're ready and willing to take some one's 
affection. I became a spectacle to get mine. You do 
what'cha gotta do, respectable or not. It takes one to know
 one I've learned. I did it to myself and now I got burned.
 Guilt by association is my crime. It seems like everyone 
is having a good time. How could everyone be having a good 
time?

I turn my scenery into words, pour my 40's on the curb, 
light my candle sticks at night... get 'em cowboy.

She's the queen of the ball, the best of them all. I got 
her phone number off the bathroom wall. It said, "for a 
good time, call her best friend!", 'cause she won't give 
you nothin' even if your her man.

Why you trippin' on me? I didn't do nothing wrong, not that
 you can see. Through my blinds, I watch you drive by, to 

see who's in the car, to see who's gettin' a ride. I know 
there is an end to this thing I'm in. You told me go to 
hell and that's where I've been. I could move away and 
start my life again, but this is a game that I plan to win