She’s slipping on her silver shoes
They help her lose those rich girl blues
They make her feel
That she can choose her path

She’s sticking on her eye lashes
Armor against car crashes
With bat wings on her eyes
She can fly

She’s spraying on her aqua-net
She gone to blonde from brunette
It gets her into
Where she needs to get

She’s not on the list
She’s above the list
She is the life and the soul
Of every party
And she will be missed
Her ribbons kissed
The bright lights have an element of darkness

She’s painting on her Maybeline
Make up is what makes a queen
For her it is
A kind of voodoo mask

She’s pouring into haute couture
Balenciaga and Dior
The cat-walk’s paved with gold
And takes her home

She’s peeling off her leotard
Laying down a tarot card
She falls asleep
And starts another fire

She’s not on the list
She’s above the list
She is the life and the soul
Of every party
And she will be missed
her ribbons kissed

The bright lights have an element of darkness
The bright lights have an element of darkness
The bright lights have an element of darkness