Oh, Mister Wolfwood.
The shades, cross, and dialect:
Cool, but stop smoking.
Her name? Meryl Stryfe.
How she puts up with broom-head,
I have yet to know.
Milly Thompson desu!
How sweet, and how innocent
This simple girl is.
Mister Legato
Sends loving chills down my spine.
He'd rather kill me.
Ah Knives, the fair twin.
Save the butterfly, and yet
You play the spider.
Hey Vash, did you know?
Your twin's energy is white,
And yours is black. Why?
Your lovely blonde hair
Turns from fair to dark back there.
Slow death, by color.
Only brilliant lights!
Nothing heavy or dark here.
All should shine like you!
Play me a tune, now,
And make me feel like dancing.
Want to dance with me?
My dangerous one,
Are you God, so powerful?
I bow and worship.
