Brazzaville Queenie

When I see my life of sin
All the creeps that I have been
Makes me wonder why you stayed
You’re my Queen of Summer Rain

You make it all OK
My Queen of Summer Rain
Soon I’ll be on a plane
And home with you again

Underneath the falling stars
We live our lives with heavy hearts
This world can make you want to die
But there’s another world on high
You make it all OK…