Dragon Lady (The Germs)

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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]