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