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White pearls, silk gloves

Lace dresses and diamonds

She lives the life of a beauty queen

But she's not happy



She's heartbroken

Melancholy and jaded

She floated through life with a mask

Of fake smiles and hollow laughter



She sleeps and she dreams of him

Crying quietly, she awakes

She's protective of herself now

Poor beauty queen

Went and got her heart broken



Now she's left to talk to her

Fancy magazines and glamorous makeup

She's drifted from her model friends

She now see through their smiles



Beauty queen, Beauty queen

What do you see in that mirror?

Is it that insecure, little girl I do?

Or is it something worse?



Marble floors and glass doors

She's all alone now

Nothing but money to comfort her

She hates herself and her money



Every night she breaks down

In the solitude of her room

Red wine and champagne

She drinks her pain away



Poor spoiled beauty queen

Marlboro lights and cocaine

She can get it all

Just to forget him



But it never works

Poor beauty queen

See what love does?

She can't breathe without thinking of him



She can't do much of anything now

Poor broken beauty queen

She was in love

But he

Was not.