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In here you can be anything
worth or unworthy of imagining
An empress more tempestuous than any king
A bawd stripped to nothing
We've potions both wild and serene
Shadows, smoke will set the scene
With heads to sever and lambs to weane
Our promiscuous virgin queen
All clad in furs and lace
All showered with champagne and grace
With ruby lips and golden hair
As if culled from a dream or nightmare
Throbbing scepter in one hand
she strides to survey her land
and tall and awful stands for all to see
on The Balcony
We'll draw a bath for you of gin and milk
and we will bandage you in skin and silk
On your head we place a crown of glass
in this God forsaken palace
Anoint your sons with blood and vaseline
Send the unworthy to the guilloutine
Even her mercy is the most obscene
Our promiscuous virgin queen