Robin Hood

You claim to be the good guy

is that really your role?

stealing from the rich and giving to the poor?

But you stole my love away from me

you stole my lovley Marrion

and thus you must be buried in the cold

did you think I was not wounded?

did you think I was not hurt?

you and your foolish merry men

are not so big and bold 

you think you are so clever

you think you are a fox

but Robn Hood I claim to you

youd be better off as lox

 

My one true love

I guess that one we share

you left me all alone

you think I would not care

to rot in my own misery

you leave me a fool

for without love 

I'm afraid I've lost my cool

 

Yes there will be hell to pay

you would be better off dead

but lets remember I'm not the type

to go "off with his head"

 

Your demise will be slow

and painfull as well

I will make you feel as I did

vulnurable and scared 

riled up with anger

and pent up with dispair

I will steal my Marrion back

and you made such a lovley pair

again you will be poor 

left only with your men

trust me you'd be better off on tinder

just stay in bed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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