The Bandit Queen by Decemberists
As the sun is sinking low
and the evening's tucked in tow
On the horizon, my true love I see.
She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
While her fingers number only nine
She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.
Somewhere in a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an alcove hid by some trees
Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
My ladylove sniffs at the breeze.
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