She always gets what she's going for--and a whole lot more
 Got the movers and the shakers
 Quaking inside their mohair shoes
 After all there's nothing to lose
 (chorus)
 Cracking that whip
 Making her own decisions
 Taking no lip
 Living with no conditions

 There's only one thing that she's missing
 She never tells anybody--she's missing it more and more each night
 And though she cries when she's alone
 By the morning she's ready to go
 She's got the light

 chorus

 Everything's fine
 Just as long as they do it her way
 Living with style
 She's got it all
 Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball

 And though she cries when she's alone
 By the morning she's ready to go
 She's got the light

 chorus

 Everything's fine
 Just as long as they do it her way
 Living with style
 She's got it all
 Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball