From the start she was born to win
She was worshipped as queen of queens
Always wearing the nicest jeans

If she touched it, it turned to gold
Click her fingers and get the world
If she looked at you, you were sold

Is there an exeption
In her perfection
She thought that there weren´t any

« There is no confusion »
« I´m not an illusion »
This was her bedtime prayer

She prepared herself for the best
But not everyone shares her taste

Material girl
Bitter taste hey?