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Crusader's Return
Oh my knight thy lance looks, at a glance
The only thing a maiden could desire
Of her squire
Come, unto my chamber let us repair
And, once there,
Discuss its strength at great length and, I hope,
With peels of mirth thy lance’s girth
This night my knight shall we put a-right
That which we both hath sorely missed
To be kissed and, accur'sed be thy mangy pelt,
Unlock ye this fuckin’ chastity belt!
Oh shit quoth he
I've lost the key! ;-)
The only thing a maiden could desire
Of her squire
Come, unto my chamber let us repair
And, once there,
Discuss its strength at great length and, I hope,
With peels of mirth thy lance’s girth
This night my knight shall we put a-right
That which we both hath sorely missed
To be kissed and, accur'sed be thy mangy pelt,
Unlock ye this fuckin’ chastity belt!
Oh shit quoth he
I've lost the key! ;-)
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