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I’m too sexy for my armour that much is true!
“Lights! Silence on the set! And… action!!!”
The music start playing, the crowd goes silent, waiting in anticipation.
The main characters starts to sing and strut.
I’m so sexy someone’s gonna get hurt
If I continued doing my twirls
My armour, my pretty face, my slimmer than slim waist, something for you to yearn
As I do my strut down the catwalk all the heads turn, when I do my little swirls
Hips swaying like there is some music playing, only it’s the sound of the engines’ hum
So I do a wee extra just because, I can, swinging around my fully formed bum
Just because I can, I can can, what fun
As I’m too sexy for this ship, as proven by my swaying hips
And those things don’t lie, no Sir-ee, as I am mighty fine
For you see, I’m a clone, not a sexed up doll
But I can accommodate those toughest of requests
Even if I am just me, one clone, among many
Alas I be, way too sexy for this war by far, a testimony nothing small
And so, I do my little turn on this catwalk of this ship, the one in I am feeling pretty hip
The sexiness oozing beyond the means of any kind of beings as if fixed
I am ready for it though, are you? Thinking I am too tall, nothing in me small
As I’m too sexy for it all
The Galaxy, the Universe, taking it in, it’s not a sin to be this pretty, this sexy outside but also within
Time itself will stall have to stall when they look at me, swaying, doing my walk
On this makeshift catwalk
Because I’m far too sexy, for this war, too sexy for you all!