Will Turner=s Secret Love
He=s strong and lean and oh so keen
He=s daft and smart and clever.
His boots are tough and his clothes are rough
Although his hat has not a feather.
I never thought I=d fall for him,
I=ve always hated pirates.
But they=re manly tough; they=re rouges and stuff,
I know I can=t deny it.
His eyes sparkle neath his dark eyeliner,
His tongue is quick and witty.
Although his hair is matted and dirty,
He=s really very pretty.
But woe is me; I can=t have my love.
Please God, in peace I rest.
This pistol I hold is to my head,
For I=m stuck with Elizabeth.