She walks, talks, acts just like a beauty queen
Sitting in fine china, she leaves her past behind
Forgets her cares, eats up the stares that pass her way
By her gate, she waits for her reflection in the swimming pool
Stealing her fate with blood so pure
Sure of her constant admiration, used to her station in life
Silly thing, those wings won’t be there anymore
Butterfly pinned to the floor, scratching in vain
At those who used to adore, used to bring you rain in a
Silver chalice, scatter your palace with lace of marigold,
Protect you from the cold wind that rips through
Those pretty gems you once did love, held above
Your soul, well you see I’ve told you time and again
Don’t try to climb, hold your head in a scarlet sash
You know what happened to Marie Antoinette?
It’ll happen to you, since you don’t see through the lie
The one you’ll live and die by, if you don’t learn to
Rip your wings from pins and needles
And finally fly with the black oil-slicked beetles.