Well she comes from the land
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Of Valencian winds
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Deciduous daydream
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Dressage round the bend
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See sometimes just maybe
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The mistress of when
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A triptych of new touch
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From heaven to men
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She likes nice cars
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Invisible trends
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She bites the heads off
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Her mutual friends
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We dine at the table
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She sits at the end
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She likes big words
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And playing pretend
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Come now dear boys
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How, where to begin?
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She's Ursula, major
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Of the prison within
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She's always in parties
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She's struggling to win
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Your sashes of New-Ro
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From psychic to sin
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Let down your void
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Your need to defend
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So pseudo-mindacious
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She's cruel in bed
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You'd think she was precious
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Something like you said
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Cause she's got the secret
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In which fate depends
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She likes nice cars
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Impossible trends
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She bites the heads off
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Her beautiful friends
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We dine at the table
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She sits at the end
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She likes big words
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Although we'll never comprehend
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She likes nice cars
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Invisible trends
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She bites the heads off
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Her musical friends
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We dine at the table
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She sits at the end
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She likes big words
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She likes nice cars
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Impossible trends
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She bites the heads off
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Her beautiful friends
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She lights all the candles
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They burn at both ends
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She likes the ones
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That you'll never understand
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She likes big words
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She Likes Big Words
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| Deadsy |
