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She comes from the land Of Valencian winds Deciduous daydream Dressage round the bend Shes sometimes Miss Maybe The mistress of when A triptych of new touch From heaven to men She likes nice cars Invincible 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 prism within She's always in parties She's plotting to win Your sashes of New-Ro From psychic to sin Let down your void Your need to defend So pseudo-mendacious She's cruel in bed You'd think she was precious Something like you said Cause she's got the secrets In which fate depends She likes the boys that meet her late by the glen |