Queen of the Masquerade Ball

Queen of the Masquerade Ball - Peter Cetera

She lays her cards out on the table

She always gets what she's going for and a whole lot more

Got the movers and the shakers

Quaking inside their mohair shoes

After all there's nothing to lose

Cracking that whip making her own decisions

Taking no lip living with no conditions

There's only one thing that she's missing

She never tells anybody

She's missing it more and more each night

And though she cries when she's alone

By the morning she's ready to go she's got the light

Cracking that whip making her own decisions

Taking no lip living with no conditions

Everything's fine just as long as they do it her way

Living with style she's got it all

Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball

And though she cries when she's alone

And though she cries when she's alone

By the morning she's ready to go she's got the light

Cracking that whip making her own decisions

Taking no lip living with no conditions

Everything's fine just as long as they do it her way

Living with style she's got it all

Hail to the queen of the masquerade ball