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