(alexander/badlees)

well, i take off my shoes
when i walk in her door
and try my best to levitate
´cross her living room floor
´cause you can´t leave tracks
when you´re on hollowed ground
she´ll just make you sweep ´em up
like you´re being hunted down

(chorus)
she´s the queen of perfection
everybody knows why
she´s the queen of perfection
and she´s soon gonna die

she says, "your body is a temple, boy
you ought to treat it well
but you trash the place and rent it out
like it´s some cheap motel"
then she takes away my plate
before i´ve finished by meal
and works on my hygiene
against my will

(chorus)

well, marie antoinette, she said,
"let ´em eat cake"
while she should have been planning
her own damn escape
now i smile ´cross the table
at my lady supreme
knowin´ that her coffee´s laced
with mr. clean

(chorus 2x)