Snow Queen

High on a snow-covered mountain From her throne she looks down at the clowns Who think youth can be found in a fountain High on the wings of her rhythms She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes But she'll never dance with them And in smoke-filled rooms of electric sound A legend is built around The Snow Queen You may believe you're a winner But with her you will soon bite the dust And discover you're just a beginner You may not think you're a loser But in mid-air you'll be hung while you trip on your tongue And it'll only amuse her In the morning air you are frozen there Caught in the icy stare of The Snow Queen No, my friend, she doesn't want what you're selling My friend, there must be a place you can hide And into the night you'll fade, knowing you lost the game And just how she got her name of The Snow Queen