Pillage Me Gently (duplicated)

The war drums thundered, they marched through the gate We screamed and we scattered, what would be my

fate? With tusks in their grins and their muscles so wide I prayed to the

gods they would take me aside Pillage me gently, you tusk-talking brutes Take all

my treasures, my gold and my fruit Burn down my village but spare me the bed We could go

dancing, eat my sheets instead They tore through the market, they set fire to

the mill I hid in the barn, did the thrill One found me there with his axe in his hand.

I said, drop the blade, love, and take what you can.

Pillage me gently, oh, don't be too rough. I've seen your hammers, I like them enough.