3Jane, You're my Queen Lounging around With a W magazine No doubt Your the best Looking so good in 10 euro summer dress 3Jane 3Jane, you're it for me Hot summer nights outside the New Beverly Old Chevy Nova drives Under the stars, way up the 395 3Jane 3Jane It's hard to see But things in the world are just as their meant to be We're born and die alone Surrounded by stars, we're never away from home.