She was French and looked for a Brit,
She wanted a guy with some wit
Blond hair and his eyes should be blue
But an English accent would do
She was French, and he was English
I think that was her new fetish
The lad just had the proper flag
His only fear in life was lag
She liked his eyes, though they were brown.
He quite enjoyed turning her on
She said: « hurt me, I like it rough »
He broke her heart, well, close enough!
Brown were his eyes, so was his hair
She wanted him, he didn’t care
He said she was « fap material »
She was in total denial
Brown were his eyes, so was his name
There started the sadistic game
There was a heart behind her breasts
A heart that soon became obsessed
She fell in love, that turned him off
So he went back to Azeroth
She waited, hoped and did her best
But that one hell of a quest
No moral here, I am afraid
I do remember what she said:
« You see: brown’s the colour of shit
And that chap was just full of it… »
Lady Berlioz 