Damsel in distress

My father is building a fortress

For the damsel in distress

It’s not my mother

But for the damsel in distress

It has brick walls and high stairs

Just for the damsel in distress

It was ever perfect and sleek

For the damsel in distress

The only thing left is me

Whom the damsel in distress, fully disagrees

My father believes what she sees

Because she is the damsel in distress

I was pushed off to flee

And that made the damsel in distress, delight with glee

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