Chicks With Swords

By Kathryn Morski

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Well, I used to be like Nancy, little pistol in my purse,
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But the news still freaked me out, getting worse and worse and worse,
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So I studied karate, studied tae kwan do,
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‘Til I picked up this tip from my good friend, Joe.

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He said, “Men don’t mess with chicks with swords.
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Drunkards or rebels, punks or lords,
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They’re afraid they might lose more than they can afford.
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Men don’t mess with chicks with swords.”

So I tried out my new sword, and took a walk in the dark.
Got stopped by a punk with a knife in the park.
I had one of the better times in my life
When I drew out the sword, said, “You call that a knife?”

Men don’t mess...

So, walking all alone now, I have really got it made,
Though I have to admit, it’s a two-edged blade.
It keeps all the jerks away, it’s true –
But the sad thing is, good guys run, too!

‘Cause men don’t mess with chicks with swords.

Well, I met a super fellow just the other day.
He said he was from something called the S.C.A.
Imagine my surprise when the talk turned to swords!
He said, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

Mm-Mm-Mm – chicks with swords!

Doo – doo – doo…

Doo – doo – doo - chicks with swords!

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