(J. Davis)
Sweet darjeeling dream
Of sugarcubes and cream
In a bridal gown
Inhaling nicotine
Doesn't everybody know
She's quite a little queen
Everywhere I seem to go
I find the masses trampling a dream
When my fever broke
In vapour-trailing smoke
In a bridal veil
She is a holy grail
Doesn't everybody know
She's quite a little queen
Everywhere I seem to go
I find the masses trampling a dream
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