A story is told
Of a beautiful woman
A very beautiful woman
A really beautiful woman
Do you get the picture?
She was the most beautiful thing
Walking that village
Yet the story told isn't about her beauty
It's about a game she played -
Fetch.
She'd elegantly throw her beauty around
To fetch it did
Hearts of men
Young old
Married, single or undecided
Her beauty fetched all
This' how the story is told
As beautiful as she was
She was equally promiscuous
Her beauty fetched men's hearts
The mens hearts fetched blows and kicks
Landing them on the next man
The blows fetched blood
The blood fetched injuries
The injuries fetched casualties
All for love.
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