| You walk to the temple on the boulevard | |
| You know the way in cause you're | |
| the son of God | |
| She opens the door with | |
| a sardonic glance | |
| You drop to the floor making your plans | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| It's a real cool parody | |
| That's my dragon lady | |
| In a low society with no variety | |
| She lives a tongue on cheek dream | |
| There's soemthing in her eyes | |
| that nature denied | |
| She's a whirlwind creature of cultural ties | |
| A preacher of schemes and self denial | |
| She talks up a storm with news and belial | |
| (Chorus) | |
| To live in Braham tragedy | |
| Driven it seems by fantasies | |
| A life like this is sad to see | |
| A smile kept quite in reverie | |
| The clock on the matle hands stop crossed | |
| The rug on the floors a resting place for the dust | |
| The talk of the town yet she's never been seen | |
| A loving relation with a well trained machine | |
| (Chorus) |
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