Broken English words cracked the air like a bell She had a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud Her pearly author's teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant Her one rich wish is to write a book about A Venetian mother's problems on a barge in little Venice She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother Who's theatrical in character Wise just like Socrates <♪> She sinks her nails into the aged canvas But the power from the wordster's head was cool and shrill and frightening Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge She types some acid words to her hairless Havana art dealer Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters Free from all those culture vultures