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
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  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
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  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
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