[Verse 1] She built a throne in the snowline High over hometown hair dye Counting the pores through a telescope Like a saint of contour and nose jobs Mirror-ball bones in her cheekbones Barcode scars where the hope goes She calls them "before pics" down below Like she wasn’t born in a waiting room glow [Chorus] Hail the mountain plastic queen (bow down) Stitched together magazine (so proud) Every inch a surgeon’s prayer Thousand hands to grow that hair She thinks she’s carved from angel skin But the zipper’s showing Splitting at the seams Hail the mountain plastic queen Our little Frankenstein of self‑esteem [Verse 2] She sips her soup through a tight smile Face pulled back to a past life Says "Bless their hearts They all try" While her eyebrows fight to touch the sky Sleeps with a mask and a spreadsheet Planning the next new body part sweep Ghosts in the gloves took her old face Left a stranger framed in peach lace [Chorus] Hail the mountain plastic queen (so clean) Stitched together magazine (obscene) Every curve a credit card Every cut a calling card She thinks she’s some untouchable dream But the bolts are rusting underneath the cream Hail the mountain plastic queen Our little Frankenstein of self‑esteem [Bridge] From here We’re ants She says As if she wasn’t built in threads As if she didn’t sign in pen For lips For hips For brand‑new skin [Chorus] Hail the mountain plastic queen (come down) Stitched together magazine (come clean) Every inch a surgeon’s prayer Thousand hands to grow that hair She thinks she’s carved from angel skin But the zipper’s showing Splitting at the seams Hail the mountain plastic queen Our little Frankenstein Our little Frankenstein Of self‑esteem
