Standing, I am waiting at my door
One moment a prince, the next moment a whore
The Savonarolas have been at it for centuries
Burning down beauty in a bonfire of the vanities
Praising the ugly and questioning our sanity
In the name of love everything is profanity
I have beauty on my brain like you have money, god and fame
Let Savonarola come and burn it all down
My finger is on the shutter and I still wear the crown

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