Wishin' and prayin' I could kiss the white cobble
Find myself a piece of mind
Maybe they'll come alive
Cheese to her thing of wine, not the most divine
But she's made up of oil paint
And ash from the finest hash
God she's a queen behind
The best of her cameras flash
Well yeah, that's ya girl
Maybe it ain't all for her
But she's white cobble
Skinned up pale and she's thinned up
Yeah, the modern beauty queen
Pleated skirts, collared shirts
An old man's dream
Men always there to cling
Girls on their knees prayin' to become part of her ravenous scene
An icon of the stars
By now, she's gotten so far
People pained by her hardships
But they still crawl at her feet
Well yeah, that's ya girl
Maybe it ain't all for her
But she's white cobble
Skinned up pale and she's thinned up
Yeah, the modern beauty queen