You're not giving an inch You're strung like wire Your open arms they flinch Joan Crawford style Treated like a towel Inside you howl On some dark concrete Midnight street You've built an altar That's quite complete Your self control Is damned amazing You're trying hard And I want you Little Miss Emperor You really want to grow And you're alert, I know But babies mostly drown It's a company town Cheat gods and joke Attack your noble ghost I saw the best minds Of my generation Learn how to crawl Across our nation Conformity falls Like one wet blanket Look how we live And I want you Little Miss Emperor Little Miss Emperor Trying to open doors -- Bowie/Pop I just love the way it starts: non-descript drums and bass rattling away for 15 seconds...and then..."you're not giving an inch" in that hard-assed growl. Then the little squeaky keyboard decorations come in and it goes downhill. Not too far, though. It's still a good song. Even with the line, "treated like a towel." :(