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29.03.2007, 06:41 | #1 |
Victorian Ladies
There is a house in England
Where all the pretty ladies go To drink their tea and play croquet And do all the silly things a lady does Their hair, so beautiful silken black And lips so red like blood Their eyes gaze dreamily on one Their skin so white like snow They dress so pretty and nice Jewelled gowns and laced tiaras The pearls hang about their necks Swaying to-and-fro as they dance The harpsichord's singing again Moaning of long lost lovers Forgotten dreams and broken hearts Singing again, singing again There is a house in England Where all the pretty ladies go But they never come back They never, ever come back Porcelain dolls - don't you ever wonder What these fragile things are made of? Fairy dust, that's all that it needs To turn a Victorian lady into a doll Laces and frills, hypocrites that hide in them Ribbons and pearls, croissants and tea That's all that it needs to turn her into A very very pretty doll And they dance again, waltz again Don't even care about their early deaths They just want to dance about, sing about Just do anything they can do Like a butterfly, drying out in the rain And its pretty wings flutter, All the colour's drained And the blood flows into the earth |
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