There's a place everyone of us can go tonMaybe you have been there once or twicenWhere all your friends just look at you and whispernThey want to give you nothing but advicenWhen you walk in they all know what you're afternAnd the higher that you get the more they'll seenIn a dark room filled with music, wine and laughternYour eyes keep searching for her constantlynIs it that one in the corner with her eyes filled with tearsnOr is she the one who's having fun drinking too much beernEvery night it's the same sad old procedurenThe doorman winks at you on your way outn'Cause deep inside he knows you'll be returningnAnd he's got something you can't live withoutnThere's nothing new that can be said about dirtnAnd there's nothing left inside your heart but the same old hurtnOf an old love's fancy life that left you stranded in a dreamnAin't you glad you're a high fashion queennAin't you glad you're a high fashion queen