You remind me so much Of her when you're walking Where everything's perfect And nobody's talking
You're a cushion uncrumpled You're a bed that's unruffled The finest bone china, Bone china around
And I believe that the snow queen Lives somewhere in the hills She's got the world on a string Like white wine when it's chilled
Arms are spread like icicles Upon a frosted cake The snow queen reigns in warm L.A. Behind the cold black gates
Your talents are tested, They're polished and they're shaped Your talents are wasted On men of no taste
But how about proving That passion means more than A wardrobe of gowns, TV ratings, A fragile waist and a nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.