501 Beauty Queen Lyrics by Jewel
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She's got nice lips, a seductive smile
She's still as thin as a beanpole,
With a little less class, but a little more style
And she spends all her time trying not to hear you
What she doesn't want to know
Don't wanna know

And there's kellogg's in the cupboard
She takes a heart down from off the shelf
She passes by the mirror
She doesn't like to look at herself
Cause she'd rather lose touch with reality
Than lose her fantasy
Her fantasy

And her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans
And her heart is frayed around the edges
She's comin' undone at the seams
And it's her last chance to make a statement
It's her last (note/no I've recieved? )

She's a 501 beauty queen

And there's flowers on the table
She's lovely, she's lovely not
But circles only make the hunger grow
So she goes out a lot
And she's out there just a runnin around
Trying to make up some lost time
Lost time

And she sits down for a social call
Like a princess she puffs on a cigarette
Her beauty is all threadbare now
But she's never gonna let them forget
Casue my how she looked smashing in her gold lame tank top
With the fancy beadwork on front
The beadwork's on front

But her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans
And her heart is frayed around the edges
She's comin' undone at the seams
And it's her last chance to make a statement
It's her last (note/no I've recieved/i percieve? )

She's a 501 beauty queen

And a voice chimes like a bell in the night
That just don't know when to quit
She used to have more options
Now she wishes that she'd already picked
And she wishes she couldn't remember
All those things she'll never forget
Never forget.

And the lines they all go deeper than the days of her youth
She flirts and lies and always denies what to her is no longer of any
Use
But it's not because she hates what she doesn't understand
She just don't understand

And her fire? is as faded as a used pair of jeans
And her heart is frayed around the edges
She's comin' undone at the seams
And it's her last chance to make a statement
It's her last (note/no? I've receive? /at the seat? )

She's a 501 beauty queen
She's got nice lips, a seductive smile   She's still as thin as a beanpole,   With a little less class, but a little more style   And she spends all her time trying not to hear you   What she doesn't want to know   Don't wanna know      And there's kellogg's in the cupboard   She takes a heart down from off the shelf   She passes by the mirror   She doesn't like to look at herself   Cause she'd rather lose touch with reality   Than lose her fantasy   Her fantasy      And her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans   And her heart is frayed around the edges   She's comin' undone at the seams   And it's her last chance to make a statement   It's her last (note/no I've recieved? )      She's a 501 beauty queen      And there's flowers on the table   She's lovely, she's lovely not   But circles only make the hunger grow   So she goes out a lot   And she's out there just a runnin around   Trying to make up some lost time   Lost time      And she sits down for a social call   Like a princess she puffs on a cigarette   Her beauty is all threadbare now   But she's never gonna let them forget   Casue my how she looked smashing in her gold lame tank top   With the fancy beadwork on front   The beadwork's on front      But her smile is as faded as a used pair of jeans   And her heart is frayed around the edges   She's comin' undone at the seams   And it's her last chance to make a statement   It's her last (note/no I've recieved/i percieve? )      She's a 501 beauty queen      And a voice chimes like a bell in the night   That just don't know when to quit   She used to have more options   Now she wishes that she'd already picked   And she wishes she couldn't remember   All those things she'll never forget   Never forget.      And the lines they all go deeper than the days of her youth   She flirts and lies and always denies what to her is no longer of any   Use   But it's not because she hates what she doesn't understand   She just don't understand      And her fire? is as faded as a used pair of jeans   And her heart is frayed around the edges   She's comin' undone at the seams   And it's her last chance to make a statement   It's her last (note/no? I've receive? /at the seat? )      She's a 501 beauty queen