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