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 my 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