She lays her cards out on the table
She always gets what she´s going for--and a whole lot more
Got the movers and the shakers
Quaking inside their mohair shoes
After all there´s nothing to lose

Cracking that whip
Making her own decisions
Taking no lip
Living with no conditions

There´s only one thing that she´s missing
She never tells anybody--she´s missing it more and more each night
And though she cries when she´s alone
By the morning she´s ready to go
She´s got the light

Cracking that whip
Making her own decisions
Taking no lip
Living with no conditions

Everything´s fine
Just as long as they do it her way
Living with style
She´s got it all
Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball

And though she cries when she´s alone
By the morning she´s ready to go
She´s got the light

Cracking that whip
Making her own decisions
Taking no lip
Living with no conditions

Everything´s fine
Just as long as they do it her way
Living with style
She´s got it all
Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball