Well the simpleton at arms
Is protecting the village's prettiest girls
But now they're running far away
Because the washing isn't done
And they lived a life of grounding
In a closet at the foundation
And now they aren't available
To the simpleton at arms
And returning thus to the simple life
(At the farms)
Writer(s): Robert Pollard, Tobin Sprout
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