She was a princess, much lower than people thought
A master of nothing a mistress of something she thought

She could talk about things that never mattered ever
From one persons miserable life after another
She could talk to the french and germans at will
Theyd never listen

Calling out her name youd be surprised at what came
Galloping out of the darkness like furniture
Wed have lost it all if it hadnt been for cardinal richelieu
And all his courtiers
The chinese envoy was here but left
The chinese envoy was here but left in his broken hearted pagoda