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