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I know that it matters.. but that mean doesn’t mean you should care

I left my wife and only child for a girl at the Renaissance Faire

Her name was Rowena: she came from Camelot

She spoke with the darlingest English accent...

or at least that’s what I thought

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Her bosoms were heaving..

her hair smelled like steak...

she poured me beer from her lips and I drank and I drank

Well, I quit selling software; bought an RV

Picked up some cashews for Rowena

I drove us from sea to shining sea

she did the Ren Faire in Phoenix

she did the Ren Faire in joliet

she did the Ren Faire in Fredricksburg

Fredricksburg isn’t over her yet

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Her bosoms were heaving..

her hair smelled like steak...

she poured me beer from her lips and I drank and I drank

Some nights she got cranky

some nights she got mean

some nights she got busy behind the snow cone machine.

But I always forgave her when she came home and cried.

No, I never felt down on my luck when I woke up with Rowena by my side.

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Her bosoms were heaving..

her hair smelled like steak...

she poured me beer from her lips and I drank and I drank

one day she went jousting out in west Tennessee

she took a lance to the helmet shattered most of her teeth

she lost an eye in a bar fight lost her leg to gangrene

ah but you know Rowena my love still the darlingest thing

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Her bosoms were heaving..

her hair smelled like steak...

she poured me beer from her lips and I drank and I drank

and it was raining in Downey when I asked her to wed she said

“what are you crazy?” and she hopped out of bed

she knocked over the table and she hopped to the door

she said “I don’t sign contracts” and left my life forevermore

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Her bosoms were heaving..

her hair smelled like steak...

she poured me beer from her lips and I drank and I drank

Now I’m heading for the desert gonna burn this RV

tell your mommy that I’d loved her and stay away from men like me

I would tell you I was following my heart

and I’d do anything to make you care

but I gave up everything I had for a girl at the renaissance faire

--and I’d do it again!

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Her bosoms were heaving..

her hair smelled like steak...

she poured me beer from her lips and I drank and I drank

she poured me beeEEEEr...

So yeah. Good luck with that!