Lyrics

Miss Margaret Miller combed her chocolate curls, Longing her mirror to dream. Like most mortals she conspired to defy gravity, With softening potions and cream...

(chorus)
She wore gold velvet and lace, But her beauty lives deep in a magical place, Far beyond touch and space, Can you see her there?

Miss Margaret obsessed over each precious morsel, Eating just three crumbs a day, On her scale she weighted, And it became quite apparent, She was joyfully withering away...

(chorus)...she came out and played in gold, velvet, lace.
(bridge)
And it's just like a dreamer, To travel oceans afar, To search for what you already have, In your own back yard, It's so beautiful...

Toes to the ledge of a bridge Margaret leans, As she throws overboard, All her Glamour magazines...

(chorus)She came out and played dear, she saw she was here dear, In gold, velvet, lace...such a beautifull place...