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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
To the tune of "Go Home, Girl!" by Gaelic Storm. The story of "Our Mrs. Reynolds"
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You tell me that you married me, but listen to what I say
I never married nobody, I must be on my way
And stop your silly crying out, how can I make you see
That I'm a browncoat smuggler, love, and you've not married me
Go 'way, girl, go 'way
You say that you belong to me, were given by your chief
but I won't take advantage, love, I'm not that kind of thief
And though I'm very fond of you, and you cooked me a nice meal
I'm a browncoat smuggler, love, our marriage is not real
Oh you've got my crew all riled, they've got me on a rack
Inara says commit to you, Zoe says send you back!
Jayne says I don't deserve you, wants to trade you for a gun
I'm a browncoat smuggler, love, this isn't any fun!
You've got a private cabin, love, why don't you sleep in there?
oh, you aren't wearing anything—now that is hardly fair.
You said you'd be a good wife, love, you do your job too well
and though the Shepherd warned me, I'll go to that special hell!
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Friday, October 21, 2005 11:18 AM
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