Glancing out the window she observes
Guards by every door
A towering fence
Rod iron windows
Security doors
Intercoms, body guards,
And plexie glass
A princess locked
in her tomb
Escorted to her limo
Cameras are always about
No privacy
The limo stops
The chase is on
She's on the movie screen
Americas sweet heart
All the young girls
Wish they were she
She's the sitcom queen
Her relationships fade fast
Rumors kill love
A part of her life
She can't answer her phone
She walks around in beauty
She grew up in everyone's
Living room
She shops in disguise and observes
Images of herself in magazines
Doctored photo in different scenes
Why does her life sit on a shelf?
Because enquiring minds want to know
