(Ooh, ooh) ooh, you can't dance, you're all jive
Your talent is nothing but hype
Ooh-ooh, ooh, See the rich girl, rake in the "green"
She is the Queen of Tween......

Fans have forked out a lot of dough
500 bucks to see yer sh**-show
Maybe bubblegum music's all that you can sing
Looks like you found your king
Travis Kelce's your latest guy
He's number 30, we wonder why
Dressing up like a floozie, shakin' yer behind
You need to learn to dance
And then you start to prance.....

You are the Queen of Tween
mid-thirties, acts like 17
Queen of Tween
Seems you're on every magazine, oh, yecch
Sell your fans merchandise
(You're) set for the rest of your life
Ooh-ooh, ooh, Hear those girls yell and scream
Cuz' you're the Queen of Tween........

Lots of boyfriends have come and gone...
Sing about them in every song
Big support from your mother, and your daddy too
You should have learned to dance
And when we see you prance...

You are the Queen of Tween
Mid-thirties, acts like 17
Queen of Tween
You've got more fans than Bruce Springsteen, God Damn!!
Milk your fans for every dime
Night after night after night...
Ooh-ooh, ooh, Hey rich girl, we're not being mean
Calling it like we see
You are the Queen of Tween