Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! Will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us
Are still around us

There's no escape that I can see
And still those little 'flings remain
That bring me happiness or pain

A ball that bears my flings bloody traces
Eyes and a Nose but now all in the wrong places
And still my heart has wings
These foulish 'flings remind me of Grue

The jolly tinkling of the snapping bones
The Boots piled in on them like Vinnie Jones
The falling tree and a loss that stings
These foulish 'flings remind me of Grue

You came you saw you conquer'd me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be....cheese

The 6+ score, you're a filthy win snatcher
you broke my heafty and you surfed my catcher
The beauty that is this sport of kings
These foulish 'flings remind me of Grue

My team is ended and enough is enough,
the ones, the skulls, the wasted rerolls, sexy stuff
Every game I play the ghost of you clings!
These foulish 'flings remind me of Grue.