Iron Bull's loyal indulgent one A past brilliant agent of those who run The Bull's Chargers now stay in his sight But he still finds the time to roar through the night
But it would be more accurate to be like this:
The Iron Bull would indulge anyone A baker, a barmaid, a blacksmith’s son If it’s somewhere he can fit his cock You know where The Iron Bull will next dock
Misfire
Iron Bull's loyal indulgent one
A past brilliant agent of those who run
The Bull's Chargers now stay in his sight
But he still finds the time to roar through the night
But it would be more accurate to be like this:
The Iron Bull would indulge anyone
A baker, a barmaid, a blacksmith’s son
If it’s somewhere he can fit his cock
You know where The Iron Bull will next dock
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