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