You might think I'm walking epitome Of Colonel Klink Borne of stupidity I'm not your leading candidate For organ grinder I wear a monkey on my back As daily reminder So I've been told Hot turns cold You were only queen for a day Young turns to old, blood into stone Golden fades to grey You don't blink as you sip champagne Impervious, to a world of pain All you wear is a child's mirage Everywhere cracks in your visage One thing I know Hot turns to cold You were only queen for a day Young turns to old Blood and stone Memories fade to grey Always room, for one more tomb You are only queen for a day Ask the mirror on the wall Who was stupid after all? No one wants to to live alone No one wants to die alone As the story goes Oceans are cold Insanity will pull you down I know my history You can't swim with me Vanity will watch you drown There's so such thing as "saved" Your body Won't rise from the grave You were only queen for a day (L.Whitsel/P.Allgood/B.Smith (c)2009, BMI All Rights Reserved.)