All Her Heels Can Do

Some say your métier is ordained in your making
And God knows she was made in some state of undress
But the Gods smile a little too widely as I shake
Here have a shot at cracking this code while I rest

Here have a laugh 'cause tears won't seep through her pores
And poor little rich girl
What happened to your curls?
"What happened?"'s not the question to pop at this time
'Cause time is passing by while we lag behind

And how many executive chutes have to deploy
Before this former sugar addict can get back to her candy
And how many white skulls do you equate
With the red and blue and all the green it's taking

To try and dance
All her heels can do is spin in circles
Walk forward not a chance
All her heartbeat does is save a metronome