I met her down at the Soup Kitchen
She said she was fresh from the pen
And I remember thinking she was not all there
I wasn't even sure if she liked men

We talked about my unemployment checks
I got her some week old bread
And when that leftover fast food arrived
That's when I looked at her and said:

"I want to make you the queen of my studio apartment
With the old Korean neighbor and the girl upstairs."
Sometimes she yells and wakes up the neighbors
And they get mad but I really don't care

A few months later she took some novocaine
And then she got loud after a few beers
That's when Mr. Lee knocked on the door
And he looked at her and said "Get out of here"

I told her "Honey, I did not hit you,
You're having flashbacks to your last boyfriend"
And as I took her stuff to the curb
Mr. Lee was calling management

Now she's no longer the queen of my studio apartment
With the old Korean neighbor and the girl upstairs
Now she's run off and I really don't know
Where she is now and I really don't care

She's no longer the queen of my studio apartment
And the landlord told me not to let her back in here
Now she's run off and I really don't know
Where she is now and I really don't care

She was the queen of my studio apartment
With the old Korean neighbor and the girl upstairs
Now she's run off and I really don't know
Where she is now and I really don't care