Be My BattleAxe

Be my BattleAxe? I’ll be your Enchantress
We’ll watch Aladdin and dance all day
Be my BattleAxe and I’ll be your Enchantress
We’ll suffer consequences and play around with fate

Turn the page, I want a new assassin
With wolves and skills and massive dragons
Be my silent killer babe tonight?
I want to end with a metaphor tonight

How many folks do you know
Have jewels grown in their hands?
Shoot powerful rays, have magic babes
I’ll tell not one of them is from France

Be my BattleAxe and I’ll be your Enchantress
Will fight about vampires and chuck in some anime
Be my BattleAxe? I’ll be your Enchantress
We’ll inspire a sequel, we’ll damage the budget

Enter an unknown territory, fraught with danger
From a man fifty thousand years old
Only to find he’s a massive push over
When presented with the right girl

Pop one open, I’m talking DVD’s of course
Let’s pick one from the range
A comedy, thriller or just something plain stupid?
Be my Casanova (only apply if David Tennant)

But seriously, be my BattleAxe? I’ll be your Enchantress
We’ll suffer girls that talk to trees
Winged men that’ll bring you to your knees
Conspiracies so deep, you’ll think a Frenchman in a dress thought them up

Look around shelves full of inspiration
Look around, anything to get your mind off hamlet
How about a sex slave giving birth, while on a trip out of this world
To a goddess that has to save the planet?

Be my BattleAxe and I’ll be your Enchantress
We’ll laugh about Harry Potter and the stupid things I say
Be my BattleAxe and I’ll be your Enchantress
I can't write a song but hopefully can bring a smile