Queen of the Scene

She was tall and pale, she's the queen of her scene Hates the way I talk but she loves the way I sing She spends too much time being something she ain't When the smoke all clears there's always, there's always someone to blame When you spend all your time trying to make things right You can't clean it up if it's broken inside Never wants to listen to single word I say No matter how much I ask her Well, I am what I am, babe, I ain't what I ain't I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint I don't really think it matters what I do I don't think I'll ever be Good enough for you She doubted me like Thomas when I needed her like Paul Turned her back on me like Judas, baby, let me take the fall She called me a traitor and she called me a liar She fed me to the lions and hung me Oh, she hung me out to dry Well, I am what I am, babe, I ain't what I ain't I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint I don't really think it matters what I do I don't think I'll ever be Good enough for you So I hear you got a new boy, he looks a lot like me Oh, I bet he can't sing like I sing So I'll just sit back, babe, and I'll play my part He may have your hand but I still Oh, I still got your heart Got your heart Oh, I got your heart Oh, got your heart Oh, I got your heart Oh, you know I got your heart Oh, I got your heart