Bird in a Self-Made Cage

You're the duchess Of Saturday night When you appear The black light shines bright From the top Of the ballroom dome Down to the ground Filled up with fools A Pin-Up for the downstairs guys The whole pack starts to stagger No matter if they are Kings or beggars A little smile on your lips The soft shine of your skin A little shake with your hips And a little spin Your dirty view to the crowd The whisper of your rusty voice A snap of your finger No Choice A Pin-Up for the downstairs guys The whole pack starts to stagger No matter if they are Kings or beggars And as sure as you know That you don't have to be alone You even know that your show Makes you feel like a stone Makes you feel like a rose Frozen on a winter day With icy black petals That slowly breaks away A bird in a self- made cage When you enter the stage They dream of a new life Dream of a new age With you at their side It's just a picture puzzle A moment of one night A fever dream, a nightmare Awakening without light A Pin-Up for the downstairs guys The whole pack starts to stagger No matter if they are Kings or beggars And as sure as you know That you don't have to be alone You even know that your show Makes you feel like a stone Makes you feel like a rose Frozen on a winter day With icy black petals That slowly breaks away A bird in a self-made cage