Bandit Queen

As the sun is sinking low
 and the evening's tucked in tow
 On the horizon, my true love I see.
 She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
 While her fingers number only nine
 She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
 She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon
 In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
 If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
 O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.
 Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
 In an alcove hid by some trees
 Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
 And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
 And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
 And listening to the whistling of a train at station
 Odds are it will never reach its destination.
 'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
 O let me be the on to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.
 She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon
 In a bandit cave, there's a blanket laid for two
 If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
 O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.