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The heroine stood up on the deck |
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The ship was out of control |
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The bow was being ripped to shreds |
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Men were fighting down below |
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The sea had pummeled the boat for so long |
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That they knew nothing but fear |
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And the baby's in his box |
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He thinks the door is locked |
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The sea is in a state |
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The baby learns to wait for the heroine |
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Oh, oh, for the heroine |
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Locked in his defense |
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He waits for the heroine |
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The mast is cracking as the waves are slapping |
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Sailors rolled across the deck |
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And when they thought no one was looking |
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They would cut a weaker man's neck |
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While the heroine dressed in a virgin white dress |
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Tried to steer the mighty ship |
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But the raging storm wouldn't hear of it |
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They were in for a long trip |
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Baby's in the box |
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He thinks the door is locked |
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He finds it hard to breathe |
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Drawing in the sea |
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And where's the heroine |
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To fire off the gun |
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To calm the raging seas |
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And let herself be seized |
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By the baby in the box |
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He thinks the door is locked |
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The woman has the keys |
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But there is no moment she can seize |
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Here's to the heroine |
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Who transcends all the men |
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Who are locked inside the box |
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Will the lady let them out |
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Oh, the heroine, ooh, ooh, the heroine |
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Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine |
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Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine |