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He fell in love with her hair
He wanted it
He wanted her
And so he took her
To Hawaii on a package vacation
But that wasn't enough for her
On dark, wet and windy nights
The villagers could hear her wailing lament
"Where, oh where has my little dog gone?
And where is my prince?
And which is which?"
And so the years passed
Until one day she saw Thor
You know Thor
Northern European, big on thunder
Not a refined kind of guy
Okay, he eats with his mouth open
But what can you expect from a primeval deity?
You want manners, go for Talleyrand
This girl wanted Thor
The moment she laid eyes on him she said
"I've got to have him
I've absolutely got to have him"
And so she went out and she got him
And we said, like why?
Why Thor?
And she said
"Thor is so strong, so mighty
Thor is the perfect thing for that
Victorian nightie I've been waiting to wear
And this time I plan to suffer beautifully
I know you'll understand"
So hey, we said, go for it
Do it in the majors
But maybe we should have told her
He's rough
He's on the hoof
And that's not what we want, is it?
It's the impression of sauvage that is tantalizing
The reality is not appealing
The reality is impolite
And smells bad
Hark, the millennium is nigh
Bring on the tellers of fortunes
The sorcerers, the mountebanks
The hypnotists, the purveyors of eternal youth
Drape me in chains of fancy
Mainline me with quicksilver
Entomb me in a crystal cave
So I can sleep alone for a thousand years
But not, alas, forever
For the worm that flies in the night in the howling storm
Will find out my bed of crimson joy