The world on a string, 
everything turns to gold.
There's a guardian angel in the wings 
she's just waiting for her cue.
Lady Luck is her mentor, 
they're on first name basis.
The ladies never had it so good, 
they have nothing to do.
Peace in the valley, 
or is it just an allusion?
Are all those silver lined clouds, 
just curtains of lies?
There's trouble in the heartland, 
it's a foregone conclusion,
When you're looking at the world, 
through kaleidoscope eyes,
A walk on the wild side, 
it's just a brief indiscretion,
Don't take it to heart child, 
time will wash it away!
We all have our virtues 
and we all have our demons.
Here's your wings Pollyanna, 
it's a small price to pay.