People get what they deserve
Time is round, and space is curved
Honey, have you got the nerve
To be Queen Elvis?
See that man who mows his lawn
He'll hang in drag before the dawn
Some are made, and some are born
To be Queen Elvis
It could break your mother's heart
It could break your sister's heart
Coming out's the hardest part
When you're Queen Elvis
Justify your special ways
Justify your special ways
Getting blow jobs from the press
Oh, I'm jealous, can't you guess?
I could never fit your dress
Queen Elvis
Oh, and I'll sculpt you
So very hard
Oh, and I'll sculpt you
Till you bleed
Everybody must get stoned
All together, all alone
Babbling beside the throne
Of Queen Elvis
Justify your special ways
Justify your special ways
Two mirrors make infinity
In the mirror, you and me
Find out just what love could be
Queen Elvis
Oh, and I'll sculpt you
So very hard
Oh, and I'll sculpt you
Till you breathe
People get what they deserve
Time is round, and space is curved
Honey, have you got the nerve
To be Queen Elvis?
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written by Hitchcock, Robyn
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