Ladies, my ladies, your armour is bright
Your butt wrap is painful, your form is a sight
There’s nothing finer than fighting with chicks
So let’s sing the praises of women with sticks.Some women have swords and some women have maces
Some women have axes and smiles on their faces
They smile so sweetly as they’re causing you pain
So let’s sing their praises and join the refrainLadies, my ladies, your armour is bright
Your butt wrap is painful, your form is a sight
There’s nothing finer than fighting with chicks
So let’s sing the praises of women with sticks.Some ladies like sewing and some like to cook
Some ladies like poetry or reading from books
But I like the ladies that know how to fight
Those women sure are fun on a Saturday night.Ladies, my ladies, your armour is bright
Your butt wrap is painful, your form is a sight
There’s nothing finer than fighting with chicks
So let’s sing the praises of women with sticks.So remember this poem when out on the field
And you see the smile above your opponent’s shield
And you think here’s an easy target you’ve found…
That lady’s going to whack your butt into the ground.Ladies, my ladies, your armour is bright
Your butt wrap is painful, your form is a sight
There’s nothing finer than fighting with chicks
So let’s sing the praises of women with sticks.
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