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