Oh, my, Maker. Petrice, look at her horns.
They're just so big. [scoff] She looks like,
one of those Arigena.
But, you know, who understands those Qunari? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total Ben-Hassrath, 'kay?
I mean, her horns, are just so big.
I can't believe they're just so long, they're like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... Qun!
[Sten Mix-a-Lot]
I like big horns and I can not lie
Your other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And curly things in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your bar
'Cause you notice those horns are saar
Proud in the kas she's bearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And paint your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But those horns you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get wit' my Sten?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
Astarit,
Itwasit
I'm tired of Basra
Sayin' flat heads are the thing
Take the average bronze man and ask him that
She gotta pack much hat
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the horns? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to poke 'em! (Poke 'em!) Poke 'em! (Poke 'em!)
Poke them healthy horns!
Baby got prongs!
(Par Vollen horns with Seheron head)
Baby got prongs!





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