They call me Marie Antoinette
‘Cause my skin is pale, my rack is huge, and I don’t have a head
I asked my lover how she learned to speak French
She said it helps to have a mademoiselle lying in your bed

They call me Cleopatra
But I stay out of the sun and I can’t walk the Egyptian
I met a boy who was achin’ for a fight
‘Til I taught him that his fists were far more useful in the night time

They call me Mary, mother of Christ
But my figure couldn’t forgive even a holy child
My bedroom eyes are a force to behold
So I’ll forget you brought me frankincense and gold

Do you think I’m pretty?
Could I be an actress, a bitch on the big screen?
Do you think I’m clever?
My ma always told me that I was her funniest kid
I want to be
The fleshy pink beacon of light girls think they can trust
I want to be
The older woman my kid’s friends want to fuck

I try to be clean, I try to be clean
I try to be clean, I try to be clean
I try to be clean but clean’s not for me
They call me Marie Antoinette
‘Cause my skin is pale, my rack is huge, and I don’t have a head