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