She thinks of herself
As an artist
She walks to the show
Like a queen

Her demeanour is slick
And she can turn you down with a flick of her fingers
If she feels it

She thinks of herself
As a lady
She walks by the aisle
With grace

Her hair flows down her neck
And she might even give you a peck on your lips
If she feels it

She thinks of herself
As an artist
Ooooh, she’s an artist