Jewel - 501 Beauty Queen - Текст песни

She's got nice lips, a seductive smile

   She's still as thin as a beanpole,

   with a little less class, but a little more style

   And she spends all her time trying not to hear you

   What she doesn't want to know

   Don't wanna know

   

   And there's Kellogg's in the cupboard

   She takes a heart down from off the shelf

   She passes by the mirror

   She doesn't like to look at herself

   Cause she'd rather lose touch with reality

   than lose her fantasy

   Her fantasy

   

   And her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans

   And her heart is frayed around the edges

   she's comin' undone at the seams

   And it's her last chance to make a statement

   It's her last (note/No I've recieved?)

   

   She's a 501 beauty queen

   

   And there's flowers on the table

   she's lovely, she's lovely not

   But circles only make the hunger grow

   so she goes out a lot

   And she's out there just a runnin around

   Trying to make up some lost time

   Lost time

   

   And she sits down for a social call

   Like a princess she puffs on a cigarette

   Her beauty is all threadbare now

   But she's never gonna let them forget

   Casue my how she looked smashing in her gold lame tank top

   With the fancy beadwork on front

   The beadwork's on front

   

   But her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans

   And her heart is frayed around the edges

   She's comin' undone at the seams

   And it's her last chance to make a statement

   It's her last (note/No I've recieved/I percieve?)

   

   She's a 501 beauty queen

   

   And a voice chimes like a bell in the night

   that just don't know when to quit

   She used to have more options

   Now she wishes that she'd already picked

   And she wishes she couldn't remember

   all those things she'll never forget

   Never forget.

   

   And the lines they all go deeper than the days of her youth

   She flirts and lies and always denies what to her is no longer of any

   use

   But it's not because she hates what she doesn't understand

   She just don't understand

   

   And her fire? is as faded as a used pair of jeans

   And her heart is frayed around the edges

   She's comin' undone at the seams

   And it's her last chance to make a statement

   It's her last (note/No? I've receive?/at the seat?)

   

   She's a 501 beauty queen