Take the busted glass from thousand highways
I couldn't cut my way out of here
And I'd bust my ass every day little girl
If I thought that you really did care
But it's the same ole story you're just a painting your toes
With those rose petals up your nose
And I get stuck from July till June sleeping in your front room
Sleepin' in your front room sleepin' in your front room
Charlene Charlene Charlene
Who made you queen who made you queen
You been bouncing my head up and down these steps
And little girl you live on the second floor
And I'm gettin' tired of taking all these licks
Specially you catching me goin' out the door
Rock and roll with you ain't no fun
I'm gonna have to knock you out this time
But you keep crawlin' back for more
When baby you know I'm dyin'
Baby you know I'm dyin' baby you know I'm dyin'
Charlene Charlene Charlene
Who made you queen who made you queen
Charlene Charlene Charlene
Who made you queen who made you queen