THE PRINCESS POSES   TORTOISE CLIP IN HER HAIR
SOME PEOPLE STARE   SWEAR THEY KNOW HER FROM SOMEWHERE
SHE TAKES SHORT ORDERS FROM THE ORDINARY FOLKS
STEALS A SMOKE ON THE PORCH   BEARDED GRUNT GRABS A GROPE
I’M AN ICEBERG IN THREE QUARTER TIME
PROPPED IN THE CORNER   QUITE UNSUPERVISED
A PRIMETIME GODDESS   SHE PAWNED HER PLACE IN PARADISE

PRINCESS SITS THERE WITH A GUN IN HER HAND
SAYS SHE CAUGHT HER OLD MAN   BANGING HARD HER LAST BEST FRIEND
A TV TART-RESS WITH A STAR ON THE DOOR  
PRODUCER’S DAUGHTER SHOWED UP   SHATTERED DREAMS ON THE FLOOR
I’M HOLDING COURT LYING ‘BOUT MY LIFE  
PUMPING BLOOD INTO MY FLACCID LIES
THE PRINCESS PRETENDS THAT TOMORROW  
EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

I’M HANGING ON BY MY FINGERNAILS  
POUNDING CUERVO FROM THE HOLY GRAIL
WE ALL PRETEND THAT TOMORROW  
EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

STANDING STILL JUST WAITING FOR THE SIGN