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The Vanilla QueenFascinating lady, snowflake in the sunYou make me feel so bourgeois Oh, you've captured everyone I hear you've been a dancer At some famous Paris show And million dollar lovers Neatly saw you to your door Nineteen fifty seven, Sweetheart of the year Secret of your beauty, Was your moon-tan and your fear And now you run this city You're still honey to the flies Attract the in-crowd dandies Faraway-look in their eyes You're the bright, nocturnal Vanilla Queen Your mask is sterile dignity Tell me why, nocturnal Vanilla Queen You haunt me, even in my dreams It couldn't be avoided We were bound to meet I knew you would drag me… |