| When he came to my town upon his ship
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| He pillaged and plundered and looted
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| «You're mine now» he said with a devilish grin
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| «Submit or be executed!»
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| Yet now that I’m his bride
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| I feel nothing but warmth deep inside
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| I love the pirate king
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| I sit on his lap and sing
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| He calls me his sparrow, his lamb, his pet
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| His rough pirate kisses I’ll never forget
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| He hits me, but he don’t mean no harm
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| Those slaps are part of his piratish charm
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| Sometimes I say «Stop it,» but deep down I know
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| If I didn’t like it, I’d have left long ago
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| I love the pirate king
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| He calls me by name, and it means one thing
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| He’s craving my touch warm and deep
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| He takes his pleasure even when I’m asleep
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| If I die at his hand, it won’t be a surprise
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| 'Cause my love for the pirate king is true and pure and wise |