She sits before the mirror, hanging mirrors on her ears
And spraying silver in the haystack that she calls her hair
She fills a crack, prepares her nails like blood-dipped spears (they're dripping!)
Smears the lipstick, licks her lips and slips inside her leopard skin

A plunging 'V' from neck to knees, but nothing's seen, it's just suggested
Tonight she'll make a plea for starving whales and heart disease in trees
She's on T.V., she's longing for a 10
For presentation, application, lubrication; she'd do anything...
Yes, anything to win

And Yang and Yin, the juggling twins come spinning past her door
To mild applause and 5.4s and cleaning floors 'til lights out
Funny Murray taps his worry beads and reads the Tarot
She looks around... She looks around and sneers
She sneers

No competition, superstition. Blind ambition
She'd do anything, yes, anything to win
Anything to win
And 834's her lucky number...

She'd do anything
Yes, anything to win
And 834's her lucky number
Anything