Imagine a fighter with a centerfold face Comes from a long line of blue colors and lace
With a grip like reins to a steed
And kisses for days
And imagine a winner holding pink champagne
Who still loves her daddy
An overachiever, even she don't believe her own fame
Imagine your best friend and your worst enemy
Begs you to stay, then wishes you'd leave Like Marilyn Monroe she can be who you want her to be