She looks all sweet and kind
And though she may not read minds
She can tell the wrong sort
Even before they start to court.
They wonder why she’s single
Wonder why she wouldn’t mingle
They think of her as a mystery
And ask themselves if she’s in misery.
She’s calm unless provoked
She’s tough as nails when your feelings for her she’ll revoke
She won’t think twice to tell you otherwise
Boy, she will be your demise.
You can wait for as long as you want
Hoping you’ll change her mind, but you know you can’t
When she says “no”, that’s the final word
See, she battles dragons herself and doesn’t need you sword.