We tender young maids, have been courted by many
Of all sorts and trades as ever was any.
They flirted and wheedled and all had their say
But each was found wanting at the end of the day
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My thing is my own and I keep it so still
all the young lasses may do what they will
My thing is my own and I keep it so still
all the young lasses may do what they will
A knight of the stars, though forbidden to wed
in eager pursuit did tempt me to bed
his saber I found most pleasing in size
but lacking in force, his x-wing would not rise
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A ranger came courting who’d one day be king
he sought with great ardour my little one ring
though his unbroken blade I’d have liked to admit
he was hung less like an ent and more like a hobbit
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A boy came my way with a scar ‘cross his head
who had by some magic to our village been led
he noticed my hair and addressed me as Ginny
but I turned him away for his wand was too skinny
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A cigar-smoking hero with claws in his hands
Promised that this girl would be his Last Stand
He unsheathed his weapons they glistened and shone,
But alas adamantium’s not in all bones
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A dark knight of justice outside of the laws
Extended an invite to join him in his cause
With beacon alight he made quite an appeal
But I’m no Catwoman and he’s no Man of Steel
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A thief of the galaxy the guardians’ leader
Begged I address him as Star Lord, not Peter
In search of my heart he made witty pursuit
But I made my decline simply saying: I am Groot
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A strange man appeared by the Doctor was known
offered time and space if I wished to be shown
He took hold of my hand asked if I would or could,
but alas his screwdriver it never does wood
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A captain made bold in his enterprise
And presented a ship of considerable size
But though he seemed keen to seek and explore
I'd not let him go where no man's gone before
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A mad man approached with hair quite afright
said he was waiting for lightning to strike
He begged for my help, asked if I'd hold his stick
but at 88 it'd be over too quick
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Now here I could reckon a hundred or more
beside all these gamesters recited before
who made their addresses in hopes of a catch,
but I would not let them anywhere near my…
(Chorus)
My thing is my own and I keep it so still
all the young lasses may do what they will
My thing is my own and I keep it so still
unless I be willing, say them what they will!
