Song Description

Sorry if this one's a bit pompous...there's still some satisfying stuff inside. Just read Anna Nicole Smith (not the Nicole the song's about) died at 39. Anybody out there still feel like making fun of the poor woman?

Lyrics

You burst on-scene a starlet
Skin of cream, hair of scarlet
Figure curved and statuesque
Range thriller to burlesque
Thus begun your unswerving quest

Not taking you to task
Not questioning the past
Mentioned in passing just to see you whole

Is there a there for you, Nicole?
Without a role?
Where it's just you and your soul cast together?

Enduring shyness, tempering sharp slyness
'Til by all accounts success
Craft of fire and finesse
Quite simply now the best
Our new Princess of Monaco

But do you always spin and dart?
Stay within states of the art?
Depart yourself for parts unknown?

Is there a there for you, Nicole?
Without a role?
Where it's just you and your soul cast together?

Paparazzi to avoid, mortifying cheap tabloids, immortalizing celluloid
A walk-of-fame household name, at the top of your game

Where do you retire to
When you're too tired to
Aspire to some next goal?
When you're all acted out and that act exacts its toll

Is there a there for you, Nicole?
Without a role?
Where it's just you and your soul cast together?

Is there a there for you, Nicole?
Without a role?
Are you there for you at last, Nicole?