Mine eyes have seen the glory of a naked demon Lord;
He was covering up the vantage where his grapes and staff were stored;
His fluffy tail around him he can't help but be adored;
since sesshy's clothes are gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
I admit I sneaked a peak at him (as any fangirl would)
I had a lovely angle and my vantage point was good;
I could tell that he'd be angry but you know it's understood;
since Sesshy's clothes are gone
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
I have read a thousands fanfics where he's dressed from silk to steel;
but none could suit me better than the present dress appeal;
My only, one, regret is that I didn't cop a feel ,
when sesshy's clothes were gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He could easily have killed me from that very judgment seat;
I'd be crazy not to run from him with jubilant, fast feet;
but Sesshy's clothes are gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
In a beauty like the Lilly Sesshy's hair blows in the breeze,
so I thought I'd take some pictures to remember it with ease:
a death that's slow and painful would I die if he found these;
cause sesshy's clothes were gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
I ran away that morning like it might my life just save,
He scares me cause he's mighty, there's no use in being brave;
the world would be his footstool, and I'd gladly be his slave,
when sesshy's clothes are gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Battle hymn of the republic
I don't own Sesshomaru
(I don't even own naked pictures of sesshomaru, (stupid film develpoing place))
review.
He was covering up the vantage where his grapes and staff were stored;
His fluffy tail around him he can't help but be adored;
since sesshy's clothes are gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
I admit I sneaked a peak at him (as any fangirl would)
I had a lovely angle and my vantage point was good;
I could tell that he'd be angry but you know it's understood;
since Sesshy's clothes are gone
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
I have read a thousands fanfics where he's dressed from silk to steel;
but none could suit me better than the present dress appeal;
My only, one, regret is that I didn't cop a feel ,
when sesshy's clothes were gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He could easily have killed me from that very judgment seat;
I'd be crazy not to run from him with jubilant, fast feet;
but Sesshy's clothes are gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
In a beauty like the Lilly Sesshy's hair blows in the breeze,
so I thought I'd take some pictures to remember it with ease:
a death that's slow and painful would I die if he found these;
cause sesshy's clothes were gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
I ran away that morning like it might my life just save,
He scares me cause he's mighty, there's no use in being brave;
the world would be his footstool, and I'd gladly be his slave,
when sesshy's clothes are gone.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!Sesshy's clothes are gone.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Battle hymn of the republic
I don't own Sesshomaru
(I don't even own naked pictures of sesshomaru, (stupid film develpoing place))
review.