The Heroine

The heroine stood up on the deckThe ship was out of controlThe bow was being ripped to shredsMen were fighting down belowThe sea had pummeled the boat for so longThat they knew nothing but fearAnd the baby’s in the boxHe thinks the door is lockedThe sea is in a stateThe baby learns to wait for the heroineOhh, ohh, for the heroineLocked in his defense, he waits for the heroineThe mast is cracking as he waves are slappingSailors roll across the deckAnd when they thought none was lookingThey would cut a weaker man’s neckWhile the heroine dressed in a virgin white dressTried to steer the mighty shipBut the raging storm wouldn’t hear of itThey were in for a long tripBaby’s in the boxHe thinks the door is lockedHe finds it hard to breatheDrawing in the seaAnd where’s the heroine to fire off the gunTo calm the raging seasAnd let herself be seized, by the — baby in the boxThe thinks the door is lockedThe woman has the keysBut there is no moment she can seizeHere’s to the heroineWho transcends all the menWho are locked inside the boxWill the lady let them outOhh, the heroine, ooohh, ooohhh, the heroineStrapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroineStrapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine

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