Nubile Days
All of our sisters are expecting more
And the hordes will take them in
But we cling to another
We dream of another
Nubile days are the days that stay
They stay on the hunter's face
But we cling to another thing
We dream of another thing
Bless my soul there's an old soul with no
Badges on his wing
Makes it okay to sing
La, la, la, la
(It's the way that you sing to me)
Bless my soul there's an old soul
With no badges on his wing
Makes it okay to sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa