Though I've tried before to tell her
Of my desire to make music in two parts
Every time that I come hear her
She sings all of Matty Grove
Right from the start
Every single song she sings is tragic
All she wants to do is ose that's long
Even though I'd like to make some magic
Now I know her verse goes on and on.
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand bardic filks since we first met?
It's a big enough filk circle
But it always me that has to follow songs of d**h.
Every single song she sings is tragic
All she wants to do is ose that's long
Even though I'd like to make some magic
Now I know her verse goes on and on.
I resolve to cheer her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll sing with me some happy songs by Hayes
But my fear of black lace grips me
And turns my heart to stone
And her leather thigh boots trip me
Must I always sing alone?
Every single song she sings is tragic
All she wants to do is ose that's long
Even though I'd like to make some magic
Now I know her verse goes on and on.
Every little thing she does is tragic tragic tragic
Tragic tragic tragic.
E-ose, E-ose......