She wants your golden fingers up her twat
Give me ten good men and some climbing spikes, I'll impregnate the bitch
A cloak slows you down in a fight. Makes it hard to move quietly, and the gold catches the light, so you're nice and easy to spot at night
Till I get what I'm owed, a dragon doesn't get to kill you, you don't get to kill you, only I get to kill you
