She was a princess, much lower than people thought A master of nothing a mistress of something she thought
She could talk about things that never mattered ever From one person's miserable life after another She could talk to the french and germans at will They'd never listen
Calling out her name you'd be surprised at what came Galloping out of the darkness like furniture We'd have lost it all if it hadn't been for cardinal richelieu And all his courtiers The chinese envoy was here but left The chinese envoy was here but left in his broken hearted pagoda
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