Sixty years later and she's still mona Lisa
Nothing in this world she found could ease her
She had money she had beauty men who loved to please her
But nothing filled the empty of how
Those fuckers treated her
She's got a body like gold rush fever
Everybody wants to steal her smile
A 1930's city foster girl learns quick
The first blood is to the hungry crocodile
The social contract for a role of beauty queen
You make your rules to be a slave slave slave
She got the money and her power to weaken man
But nothing's left of her to save save save
The human spirit is to join with something else
A divine partner for a physical mind
And she was perfect for the starving eye
She was heaven in a desperate time
She's the cherry on top of the American dream
She's the starlet of the golden age movie streams
Everybody wants to steal her smile
And leave her drowning in the media crossfire
Skin to bone and bone to flesh
Heart to God we wished her all the best
But We made her up to be what we want most
We saw her only as our mirror ghost our mirror ghost
What would I give to run my hands through her hair
On that beach before the money and her beauty died
My hands would turn to sand in that dirty brown hair
Her smile would freeze and the wave touch my feet
And we sink in the sand
The sun would turn to moon above
The sea turn to tsunami wave
I turn my back as we wash away we are sand we are sand
