Bar Fight
Posted: March 11th, 2010, 8:15 pm
This little valkyrie by my side
You don’t even want to try.
She’s not my woman, though I’m her man.
So come on if you think you can.
See the broadsword on her back,
The way she holds her arms relaxed?
Is that a smile on her lips,
Dirk and dagger on her hips?
Can’t you see by the fire in her eyes
She waits for you to tell your lies.
She longs to separate your body from head,
See you lying there torn and dead.
So fuck with her; see what she does.
It’ll give her such a beautiful buzz.
Not that she’s evil or cruel, you see,
But that I’m for her, and she’s with me.
Peace,
Barry
PS: My wife's kind of small, but I wouldn't want to get into a bar fight with her.
PPS: Unless, of course, we were on the same side. Which we are.
You don’t even want to try.
She’s not my woman, though I’m her man.
So come on if you think you can.
See the broadsword on her back,
The way she holds her arms relaxed?
Is that a smile on her lips,
Dirk and dagger on her hips?
Can’t you see by the fire in her eyes
She waits for you to tell your lies.
She longs to separate your body from head,
See you lying there torn and dead.
So fuck with her; see what she does.
It’ll give her such a beautiful buzz.
Not that she’s evil or cruel, you see,
But that I’m for her, and she’s with me.
Peace,
Barry
PS: My wife's kind of small, but I wouldn't want to get into a bar fight with her.

PPS: Unless, of course, we were on the same side. Which we are.
