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