Her opulence is so immense
She is the empress of pretense
She is the diva of your dreams
Cannot be bought by any means
In her hand she has command of your devotion
She'll set your heart on fire
She'll photograph you with her eyes
So the truth you can't disguise
In her arms the fatal charms
Of elemental false alarms
In her kiss apocalypse in four dimensions
Let's set the truth on fire
When she calls you Maharaja
She promises the world
When she calls you Maharaja
The lotus will unfurl
When she calls you Maharaja
You'll know she is your girl