EROS' GLADIATOR
Unsheathe your sword
Draw it from its scabbard
I challenge you to a
Duel until your haggard.
Thrust, parry, stroke, and strike
Deftly spring aside least my lance you it spikes
Aargh! I’m not as nimble this summer’s day
You hit me this time, I darest not run away
Hmm! What more can I say
Your love has come to stay.
Draw it from its scabbard
I challenge you to a
Duel until your haggard.
Thrust, parry, stroke, and strike
Deftly spring aside least my lance you it spikes
Aargh! I’m not as nimble this summer’s day
You hit me this time, I darest not run away
Hmm! What more can I say
Your love has come to stay.
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