She has built her fortress so tall.

Around and around, the men clamor all.

They bring their ladders and grappling

and climb up like bees to her honey.

But all around her towers,

she has built her fires,

she torches all who inquires,

who inquires for her love.

She has built her walls out of cobble stone.

She must protect her sacred zone.

And all the men come from very, very far

to give her gold, diamond rings and the stars.

But she has built her trenches

and all the men fall into ditches.

All around her towers,

she has built her fires,

she torches all who inquires,

who inquires for her love.