She was the most beautiful girl of the throne
Through years of war and torn asunder
She fell from grace to a very lonely place
She was even burned in a fire scorching her desire
She is Satan's daughter left to her own imagination
There was a ball being held in Hell
A fine demon gave her a high healed shoe
Perhaps she had bitten off more then she could ever chew
Through the staircase she climbed down
To place her foot on the shoe
She was then ready to party the whole night through
Smiling her way through her burned crusted way
She hanged her hair down in the parade
Gone were the days from her remembrance about the fire ordeal
For tonight she took the show and sealed the deal