| For a long time we’ve been marching off to battle
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| In a thundering herd we feel a lot like cattle
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| Like the pounding beat,
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| Our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore,
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| Hey! |
| Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for!
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| Huh?
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| That’s what I said, a girl worth fighting for!
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| I want her paler than the moon,
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| With eyes that shine like stars
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| My girl will marvel at my strength,
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| Adore my battle scars
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| I couldn’t care less what she’ll wear,
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| Or what she looks like,
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| It all depends on what she cooks like:
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| Beef,
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| Pork,
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| Chicken,
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| Mmmm
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| 'Bet the local girls thought you are quite the charmer
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| And I’ll bet the ladies love a man in armour
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| You can guess what we have missed the most,
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| Since we’ve been off to war
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| What do we want?
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| A girl worth fighting for!
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| My girl will think I have no faults,
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| And I’m a major find
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| Uh,
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| How about a girl who’s got a brain,
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| Who always speaks her mind?
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| Nah!
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| My manly ways and turn of phrase,
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| Are sure to thrill her!
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| He thinks he’s such a lady killer
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| I’ve got a girl at home,
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| Who’s not like any other |
| Yeah, the only girl who loves him,
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| Is his mother!
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| But when we come home in victory,
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| They’ll line up at the door
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| What do we want? |
| A girl worth fighting for!
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| Wish that I had… a girl worth fighting for!
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| A girl worth fighting… for! |