Queen of the Masquerade Ball

She lays her cards out on the table
She always gets what shes going for--and a whole lot more
Got the movers and the shakers
Quaking inside their mohair shoes
After all theres nothing to lose (chorus)
Cracking that whip
Making her own decisions
Taking no lip
Living with no conditions
Theres only one thing that shes missing
She never tells anybody--shes missing it more and more each night
And though she cries when shes alone
By the morning shes ready to go
Shes got the light chorus
Everythings fine
Just as long as they do it her way
Living with style
Shes got it all
Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball
And though she cries when shes alone
By the morning shes ready to go
Shes got the light chorus
Everythings fine
Just as long as they do it her way
Living with style
Shes got it all
Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball