i will sink your medieval armada
with just a whisper
my softness is a lash
these lips a thousand times more ferocious
than all your fabled sabres
and your army of same
so beat your battle drums
like all the other ones
that have come, unsung
to smash their arrogance on gibraltar
so beat your battle drums
like all the other ones
that have come
struck dumb
to smash their arrogance on gibraltar
to smash their arrogance on gibraltar
to smash their arrogance on gibraltar
i will sink your medieval armada
(that was the season we all wore white
traitorous butterflies whirled in the light
langorous fugitives hidden in plain sight
that was the season
we all wore white)
the beautiful feeling is coming again

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