501 Beauty Queen

   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