Queen of trash in satin gowns

Ruling over her court of clowns

Parties every day, dancing every night

Not an honest maid in sight

Girls and there boys stay out till dawn

Simpering, sighing, they laugh as they fawn

Tricking their lovers

Deceiving their mothers

All these girls do is labeled wrong

Like salt-sea sirens with a melodious song

To those at a distance

Their lives are a romance

Ladies of the night and day

Living in a gay parade

A sparkle, a shimmer, a sequin, a glitter

Like splendid butterflies as they sit and twitter

From their pedestals they are careful not to fall

But for their suitors, they care not at all

They live to be idols

Each one as perfect as a porcelain doll