Beauty Queen

Duration

3:28

Genres

Funk/Groove & Soul Rock

Lyrics

This ain’t no runway This ain’t no spray tan This ain’t no big hair Out of a spray can I got no diamonds on the soles of my shoes I go ballistic with these mile high heel blues I got the blues baby I see the crooked architect Making his model machine Plastic molded perfect But I ain’t no beauty queen Elbow, Elbow, Wrist Wrist Wipe a tear, baby blow a kiss Mirror, Mirror, On the wall Build ‘em up...and watch ‘em fall You wanna dress me up And make me do tricks Put on my make-up And lick my lipstick Don’t need no white strips Don’t need no Vaseline Don’t need no Revlon Don’t need no Mabeline I see the crooked architect Making his model machine Plastic molded perfect But I ain’t no beauty queen Elbow, Elbow, Wrist Wrist Wipe a tear, baby blow a kiss Mirror, Mirror, On the wall Build ‘em up...and watch ‘em fall There she is... Miss American Dream causin’ a scene yeah There she is... How could such a pretty little thing be so mean? Oh you’re so mean... I’m getting off this pedestal That somehow appeared under my feet when you walked in... We’re all just made of clay And there will come a day When we are old and grey Like dust we’ll blow away Blow away...Blow away! Elbow, Elbow, Wrist Wrist Wipe a tear...baby blow a kiss