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