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