Snow Queen

You remind me so much Of her when you're walking Where everything's perfect And nobody's talking You're a cushion uncrumpled You're a bed that's unruffled The finest bone china Bone china around And I believe that the snow queen Lives somewhere in the hills She's got the world on a string Like white wine when it's chilled Arms are spread like icicles Upon a frosted cake The snow queen reigns in warm L.A Behind the cold black gates Your talents are tested They're polished and they're shaped Your talents are wasted On men of no taste But how about proving That passion means more than A wardrobe of gowns, TV ratings