keep the Claymores close at hand,
squeeze the trigger, never jerk it.
Then Willy-Pete, just like you planned.
They always come out for princesses,
monsters do. It's what they are.
That's what made you start your business,
led you to roam away, and far.
Why reward a lousy hero? Cut out the brawny middleman.
It's you the beast is always seeking.
Fortune favors girls who plan.
Let the minefield slow it slightly,
hit it with the fifty, then;
rocket launcher? If you have to.
The head will look nice in your den.