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