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A crowd of lonely men wait patiently
They saw her enter, she'll be an easy target
The tipsy vixen wanders out
And they encircle her
She grins and pulls on a smirk, almost pitying their poor ignorance
They picked the wrong chick to mess with this time
As she simultaneously punches a jaw and kicks a groin
She doesn't need a prince charming to save her
But a kind man approaches
And chivalry still lives