Miss American Queen

Tight dress

Crimson red

Dancing around the tables

Wait for a hand

Got her mothers eyes

And her daddy’s smile

And everyone only has to see her shine

Got this whole world

Set it in stone

Panted across her sky

No warriors can enter tonight

Chorus- and they say she is perfect

Beauty queen walking around

They say she is perfect

But she doesn’t feel anything at all

Got these stone walls wrapped around her

And she doesn’t have anything else to hold onto

Those stonewalls aren’t crumbling down

Never had love before

Never seen somebody cry

Never heard screaming except for her mothers

Cry for her

Eighteen

Miss American Queen

Grew up in a house full of kings

Ran around in her Dior

Champagne poured at the doors

And she knows

No warriors can enter tonight.

Chorus

She was eighteen

Miss American Queen

Her house was full of kings

But her Dior ripped

The champagne hit the

Marble floors

Her father yelling in his fake British accent

And her mothers flailing reaction

And she knows

Warriors may enter

Tonight