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 name