Sitting there, dressed to the nines in her feathered hat
Satin hand bag and stiletto heels
Her head held high
Silent laughter in her smile
"Check out the slut in the corner!"
The stares, the sneers, the lewd come-ons
It doesn't matter
She's an object on display
A painting on the wall
While her mascara melts down, her smile never wavers
As she's hoping Prince Charming is in town today
And it's past midnight
The drinks are served
It won't be long now
For the lady in waiting