[00:06.93]You walk to the temple on the boulevard[00:09.24]You know the way in cause you're[00:10.29]the son of God[00:13.29]She opens the door with[00:13.74]a sardonic glance[00:15.54]You drop to the floor making your plans[00:17.25](Chorus:)[00:19.11]It's a real cool parody[00:20.82]That's my dragon lady[00:22.89]In a low society with no variety[00:24.48]She lives a tongue on cheek dream[00:27.00]There's soemthing in her eyes[00:27.96]that nature denied[00:29.82]She's a whirlwind creature of cultural ties[00:33.09]A preacher of schemes and self denial[00:36.24]She talks up a storm with news and belial[00:38.13](Chorus)[00:51.63]To live in Braham tragedy[00:52.56]Driven it seems by fantasies[00:53.22]A life like this is sad to see[00:53.94]A smile kept quite in reverie[00:55.71]The clock on the matle hands stop crossed[00:57.54]The rug on the floors a resting place for the dust[01:00.36]The talk of the town yet she's never been seen[01:05.07]A loving relation with a well trained machine[01:08.97](Chorus)