high on a snow covered mountain from her throne she looks down at the clowns who think youth can be found in a fountain high on the wings of her rhythm she will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes but she ll never dance with them and in smoke filled room of electric sound a legend is built around a snow queen you may believe you re a winner but with her you will soon bite the dust and discover you re just a beginner you may not think you re a loser but in mid air you ll be hung while you trip on your tongue but you ll only amuse her in the morning air you are frozen there caught in the icy stare of a snow queen no my friend she doesn t want what you re selling go my friend there must be a place you can hide and into the night you ll fade knowing you lost again just how she got her name of the snow queen 