Queen of the Scene

Serving up fineness, she's so gorgeous
You can always find me lyin' on the floor
Just to see her perfection from underneath
She's so sweet, her intellect superior
Makes me want to reach into the interior of her skull
Open it with a skill saw
Fondle her brain, warm and real raw
All of her thoughts are
Complicated, brilliant, sheer genius
Would make other girls act kinda mean
Just knowin' they're smarter, but not her
Just makes her try harder not to intimidate
Just to improve the state of the world
She's a saintly girl

You think she's evil, a bad seed.
Well I try to tell her I'm under her spell
A good witch spell, not a cold bitch hell
Her heart's solid gold, but she ain't sold
It bugs me when she says she's boring, no talent, too fat, too ugly
When she's the only girl with whom I wanna get snuggly

Baby got back, what's wrong with that?
Looks at her ass in the looking glass
All she sees is Jabba the Hut, not a young Liz Taylor's big round butt
Baby got brains, put mine to shame
Trying to follow her, gives me a migraine

She's a poetalitician, a master musician,
A theoretician, high priestess gone fishin'
A culture architect,
She builds lives in ancient blue flies through the ages
She writes pages of choral symphonies, paints what she sees
There's no brighter place than the
Mind that shines from behind her face

So, why can't she see herself through my eyes?
I'll tell you why.
All I ever taught the girl was suicide,
Brainwash, self destruction, fate,
Taught her how to hate what's inside

How can I prove? How can I show? Will she ever know?
I'll never lie. I never lie.
I'm on her side, she's her own pride and joy.