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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[Chorus]
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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]
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Dragon Lady
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| Germs |
