Oh Runyacath
To the tune of Pretty Woman, by Roy Orbison
Oh, Runyacath, swinging that long blade,
Oh, Runyacath, By the gods you were made,
Oh Runyacath, I lust so for you,
You're make-believe,
No one could look as good as you.
Elmare!
Oh, Runyacath, Please Bladesing with me,
Oh Runyacath, I'm begging on my knee,
Oh Runyacath, that you'll love me as I plea,
Will you take me as you see?
Mel?
Oh Runyacath, sheath the sword,
Oh Runyacath, show me more,
Oh Runyacath, be a melar to me,
Oh Runyacath, swish, swish, swish,
Oh Runyacath, feet of clay,
Oh Runyacath, stay and slay, with me,
Cause I want you, in the next fight,
Bladesinger baby, my dream this night.
Oh Runyacath, don't dance on by,
Oh Runyacath, don't kill that guy,
Oh Runyacath, don't leave me,
Hey, ok? If it's what you want then, fine, ok.
Off to Felarin then, I go,
Be there in a forenight, but Whoa!
What do I dream?
Is she bladedancing to me?
Yes, she' dancing back to me,
Oh, oh, oh Runyacath.
Thanks to Roger (Alacrity) Briant for this contribution!
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