(after Elton John's "Queen of Cities")

Hayasaka, queen of singers
paradise on CD hid
overshadows Aguilera
Britney, J-Lo, she did.
Who on Earth can match her lyrics
match her alto, smooth and clear?
Why return to old-school rhythyms?
Hers were how all songs should be.

Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka
Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka

Hayasaka, queen of singers
suffering from her success
every look erotic, public
precious wonder, privacy
fled she from her famous station
surely she would not deny
one who's come so far to see her
all her blessings save goodbye

Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka
Hayasaka (she could be the death of me), Hayasaka, Hayasaka, Hayasaka

Hayasaka, redhead beauty,
sheer perfection! Sheer despair:
how can one so much adore'd
find her happiness elsewhere?
All I know is I must leave her
or she'll be the death of me;
lose my trust in alto crooners,
let the queen of singers be.

Hayasaka (must leave her), Hayasaka (queen of singers)
Hayasaka (sheer perfection), Hayasaka

Hayasaka (or she'll be the death of me), Hayasaka
Hayasaka (queen of singers), Hayasaka

(must leave her) Hayasaka (queen of singers)
Hayasaka (sheer perfection), Hayasaka

Hayasaka (or she'll be the death of me), Hayasaka
Hayasaka (queen of singers), Hayasaka

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