when first i saw his fiery eyes, they burned like the fires of hell
as he stood proud and called aloud, death to the infidel
ah yes happy memories, when we had our first date
twas on a club eighteen to thirty, in the Islamic state
he shot at me for immodesty, but it was only a flesh wound
when he learned my surname was De Burca, he beckoned and i swooned
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oh but i love him, he is my darling man
a gra mo chroi, eternity, Sean Og O'taliban
ah Sean Og you handsome rogue, i called in hope of a kiss
i wanted fun, but he gave me mental, my brooding fundamentalist
silence he said, as he kicked my head, you must know your place
how it stung, as he cut out my tongue, and used it to lash my face
to win back his affection, was paramount for me
so i bought a see through hijab, at a Ann Summers party
the minute that he saw it, he was hopping mad
and made me the subject, of his next jihad
then one cold dawn, i lost my Sean, in a manner sad and sinister
he was landed on, by a carpet bomb, think it was a axe minister
but now I'm grand, found a new man, a real nice piece of ass
a explosive young lover, who goes by the name, Donal Og O'Hamas
