There's a place everyone of us can go to Maybe you have been there once or twice Where all your friends just look at you and whisper
And they want to give you nothing but advice When you walk in they all know what you're after And the higher that you get the more they'll see In a dark room filled with music, wine and laughter Your eyes keep searching for her constantly Is it that one in the corner with her eyes filled with tears? Or is she the one who's having fun drinking too much beer? Every night it's the same sad, old procedure The doorman winks at you on your way out 'Cause deep inside he knows you'll be returnin' And then he's got something you can't live without There's nothing new that can be said about her And there's nothing left inside your heart but the same old hurt Of an old love's fancy life, has left you stranded in a dream Ain't you glad you're a high fashion queen? Ain't you glad you're a high fashion queen?
Writer(s): G. Parsons, C. Hillman