Queen B   Stick around with me   I’ll be Queen B-ette   You can be me-esque      Queen B   Let’s appall someone   Making out we’re dumb   Never less humdrum      You and I go out and spend the time   Forgetting what is right   Forgetting we’ve   Reputations to be losing      You and I with no-one to approve   Tight t-shirted and crude   Our heads held high   Suddenly we’re so amusing      Queen B   This was meant to be   Playing with the rules   Acting we’re so cool      Queen B   Why should we disguise   You beatified   Never was a crime      You and I go out and spend the time   Forgetting what is right   Forgetting there’s other ills   We should be curing      You and I with no-one to approve   Tight t-shirts to the moon   Our heads held high   Suddenly we’re so alluring