The Grand Duchess of San Francisco

The Grand Duchess of San Francisco
She holds court ever Thursday night
Watching the mirror at the disco
To see her stones touched by the light
She parties like she won the war
Willing to die for a truth that no one sees
That her love pours from the heart of God
But to the world it’s just a disease
She hates to live in the spotlight
But she’ll take that bitter pill
She hates to live in the spotlight
But it’s an emptiness she can fill
Only men worry if they’re not free
Philosophy, it only makes her sad
She serves the pleasure of the king
And everything else she says is a lie
She hates to live in the spotlight
But honey would you refuse?
She hates to live in the spotlight
But it’s where she can’t lose