She Wears The Pants

[This tale of post-apocalyptic Romance is quickly becoming our own "Summer Babe", i.e. the most-oft requested tune in our ouvre. And by oft-requested, I mean one time.]

[VERSE 1]
She... she wears the pants
And I've got the books
She's my escort on a long and dangerous trip across the land

And she... she's got a spear
And I've got some poems
She defends the finest things she doesn't even understand

[CHORUS]
And she don't know a thing I say to her
But she feels my horizon inside
Cuz its the fate... of a new world.

[VERSE 2]
So we... came to a creek
Defended by trolls
Willingly illiterate, and dripping in the finest of gold

So she... she summoned the wind
And put me in a hole
Tore down a tree, and beat them limb from limb

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
So we... came to a town
Burned to the ground
By international celebrity trolls and circuit clowns

But she... she baked us some bread
And I fashioned a guitar
Out of planks and thread, and we sang to the moon until we bled

[CHORUS]