Baby, I'm a queen, so why do you call me baby? It's been about a week, it's too soon for nicknames You tie me up, I fill me up, and I don't mind it very much You do not wait to wake me up, too soon for mourning I might prefer desire to self-control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sounds, oh I might prefer desire to self-control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sounds, oh Maybe I'm a queen, and maybe I am a baby It's been over a week, still too soon for nicknames You tie me up, I fill me up, and I don't mind it very much You do not wait to wake me up, too soon for mourning I might prefer desire to self-control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sounds, oh I might prefer desire to self-control I might prefer crying to being composed I might prefer chaos to even flow It's too soon for sounds, oh It's too soon for sounds