Out of the fire like Catholic saints   Comes Scarlett and her deep complaint   Mimicking tenderness she sees   In sentimental movies   A celluloid rider comes to town   Cinematic lovers sway   Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns   Take her breath away      Out in the wind in crinolines   Chasing the ghosts of Gable and Flynn   Through stand-in boys and extra players   Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair   She comes from a school of southern charm   She likes to have things her way   Any man in the world holding out his arm   Would soon be made to pay      Friends have told her not so proud   Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling "Not so loud!"   Lovers in anger Block of Ice   Harder and harder just to be nice   Given in the night to dark dreams   From the dark things she feels   She covers her eyes in the x-rated scenes   Running from the reels      Beauty and madness to be praised   'Cause it is not easy to be brave   To walk around in so much need   To carry the weight of all that greed   Dressed in stolen clothes she stands   Cast iron and frail   With her impossibly gentle hands   And her blood-red fingernails      Out of the fire and still smoldering   She says "A woman must have everything"   Shades of Scarlett Conquering   She says "A woman must have everything"