Testo Snow Queen

You remind me so muchOf her when you're walkingWhere everything's perfectAnd nobody's talkingYou're a cushion uncrumpledYou're a bed that's unruffledThe finest bone china,Bone china aroundAnd I believe that the snow queenLives somewhere in the hillsShe's got the world on a stringLike white wine when it's chilledArms are spread like iciclesUpon a frosted cakeThe snow queen reigns in warm L.A.Behind the cold black gatesYour talents are testedThey're polished and they're shapedYour talents are wastedOn men of no tasteBut how about provingThat passion means more thanA wardrobe of gowns, TV ratings,A fragile waist, and a name