There's a place everyone of us can go to
maybe you have been there once or twice
where all your friends just look at you and whisper
they want to give you nothing but advice
when you walk in they all know what you're after
and the higher that you get the more they'll see
in a dark room filled with music, wine and laughter
your eyes keep searching for her constantly
is it that one in the corner with her eyes filled with tears
or is she the one who's having fun drinking too much beer
every night it's the same sad old procedure
the doorman winks at you on your way out
'cause deep inside he knows you'll be returning
and he's got something you can't live without
there's nothing new that can be said about dirt
and there's nothing left inside your heart but the same old hurt
of an old love's fancy life that left you stranded in a dream
ain't you glad you're a high fashion queen
ain't you glad you're a high fashion queen