I'm called Princess Arwen – a godsend to Darwin
a triumph of Evolution
I'm known for my beauty – I'm such a blonde cutie
Dear MP, it's me whom you've won

So heed well, MP, my fears - don't be a hero, please
come back and make me a wife
Those lewd dudes give me shivers – if you die I'll live a
sad pouting miserable life

I knitted you socks but then I spilt Radox on them
Then I tripped over a sleigh
Of my love that must be proof (although, in honest truth
I do that ev-ery day)

I hope those lewd writers will get smooshed like spiders
so, raising the flag, will be you
but if you get killed, my love, I guess that I will just
go back and hang with Dumb Sue