Steve Earle - High fashion queen

^EThere's a place everyone of us can ^B7go to Maybe you have been there once or ^Etwice Where all your friends just look at you and ^B7whisper And ^F#they want to give you nothing but ^B7advice

^EWhen you walk in they all know what you're ^B7after And the higher that you get the more they'll ^Esee ^EIn a dark room filled with ^E7music, wine, and ^Alaughter ^EYour eyes keep searching ^B7for her constant^Ely

Is it ^Athat one in the corner ^Ewith her eyes filled with tears Or is she the one who's ^C#7having fun ^F#drinking too much ^B7beer ^EEvery night it's the same sad old ^B7procedure The doorman winks at you on your way ^Eout 'Cause deep inside he ^E7knows just what you're ^Aafter And ^Ehe's got something ^B7you can't live with^Eout

^AThere's nothing new that can be said about dirt And there's ^Enothing left ^C#7inside your heart ^F#but the same old ^B7hurt Of an ^Eold love's fancy ^E7life that left you ^Astranded in a dream Ain't you ^Eglad you're a ^B7high fashion ^Equeen Ain't you ^B7glad you're a high fashion ^Equeen Ain't you ^B7glad you're a high fashion ^Aque^Een