| The heroine stood up on the deck
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| The ship was out of control
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| The bow was being ripped to shreds
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| Men were fighting down below
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| The sea had pummeled the boat for so long
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| That they knew nothing but fear
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| And the baby’s in his box, he thinks the door is locked
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| The sea is in a state, the baby learns to wait
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| For the heroine, ooohh for the heroine
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| Locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine
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| The mast is cracking as the waves are slapping
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| Sailors roll across the deck
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| And when they thought no one was looking
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| They would cut a weaker man’s neck
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| While the heroine dressed in a virgin white dress
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| Tried to steer the mighty ship
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| But the raging storm wouldn’t hear of it
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| They were in for a long trip
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| Baby’s in a box, he thinks the door is locked
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| He finds it hard to breathe, drawing in the sea
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| And where’s the heroine to fire off the gun
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| To calm the raging seas and let herself be seized by the
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| Baby in the box, he thinks the door is locked
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| The woman has the keys
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| But there is no moment she can seize
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| Here’s to the heroine, who transcends all the men
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| Who are locked inside the box
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| Will the lady let them out
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| Ooohh the heroine, ooohh the heroine
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| Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine… |