Sir Guy, You Make Me Squee (to the tune of "Let It Snow!)
What a pleasure it would be to share a holiday feast with a certain tall, dark leather-clad henchman we know and love . . .
Oh the weather outside is freezing,
But Sir Guy you're oh, so pleasing--
In your leather you look a treat,
Makes my heart, my poor heart, skip a beat.
On fresh roast beast, I'll watch you dine--
Stubbled jaw chew-ing-oh, it's divine!
Watch those lips with that sweet Cupid's-bow,
To that Cupid's-bow-who'd say no? (Not ME!)
In the firelight how your teeth gleam!
A-mazing with 12th cent'ry hygiene--
Your gorgeousness can't be denied,
Forget that Maz, honey, I'll be your bride!
When you finally bid good night,
Forget going out in the storm;
Set those smoul-dering eyes on me,
And all the night through I'll stay warm . . . (whoopee!)
So be-my holiday hench--man,
My medieval hottie, darl-ing.
Stand beneath the mistletoe with me . . .
And I'll squee, let me squee, yes, I'll squee!
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