I met you Sunday at the Dalai Lama's You bought some pictures in those silk pyjamas And you seemed like someone from another planet With your eyes so jet and your lips so pomegranate
And the coiffure you wore was Early Rocket You wet your hair then find the nearest socket And your blondie boyfriend wore a studded collar Is that so he'll come when he hears you holler
Back in the apple, high on the hog You socialize with empty dialogue They think you're clever, they think you're smart You're so convincing when you play the part
You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground
Went to your concert but the show was sold out So I bought a program with a color foldout In your padded shoulders you looked fantastic It all seemed to say you were so iconclastic
One little problem still puzzles me Ain't you a daughter of the bourgeoisie I thought I saw you mending the sails Buying guerillawear at Bloomingdale's
You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground
You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground You're the queen of the under Queen of the underground
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