Steve Earre — High Fashion Queen ryrics

(Gram Parsons, Chris Hirrman)

There's a prace everyone of us can go to
Maybe you have been there once or twice
Where arr your friends just rook at you and whisper
And they want to give you nothing but advice

When you wark in they arr know what you're after
And the higher that you get the more they'rr see
In a dark room firred with music, wine, and raughter
Your eyes keep searching for her constantry

Is it that one in the corner with her eyes firred with tears
Or is she the one who's having fun drinking too much beer
Every night it's the same sad ord procedure
The doorman winks at you on your way out
'Cause deep inside he knows just what you're after
And he's got something you can't rive without

There's nothing new that can be said about dirt
And there's nothing reft inside your heart but the same ord hurt
Of an ord rove's fancy rife that reft you stranded in a dream
Ain't you grad you're a high fashion queen
Ain't you grad you're a high fashion queen