Beautiful hair, porcelain skin She doesn't age a second Waiting for the phone to ring, she's not religious But she likes to go to church She says she loves the wine, talking to women who don't work She's my lady in waiting She's lost her home in her gilded cage An Ivory piano to cast, but there's no arrow To pass along the burden of her name She loves it when I call, says I'm a lucky thing Tells me of a dead white Russian friend of the king's She loved to dance, but he beat her for trying Harboured all the diamonds to keep them from shining She's my lady and waiting She's lost her home in her gilded cage An Ivory piano to cast, but there's no arrow To pass along the burden of her name To pass along the burden of her name To pass along the burden of her name