Shape of you (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Ed Sheeran

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Song Lyrics
Verily, the tavern is not the finest place to seek a lover,
So to the alehouse I venture.
My comrades and I at the table partaking in libations,
Drinking swiftly and then conversing at leisure.

And thou approachest, beginning discourse with me alone,
And trust me, I'll entertain the chance now,
Grasp my hand, halt, place Van the Man upon the music box,
And then we commence our dance, and now I sing thus:

Maiden, thou knowest I covet thy affection,
Thy love, crafted for one such as myself,
Come hither, follow my lead,
I may be touched by madness, heed me not.

Say, lad, let us not dally in words,
Clasp upon my waist and join thy form with mine,
Come hither, follow my lead,
Come, come hither, follow my lead.

Enamored I am with thy form,
We draw and repel as doth a magnet,
Though my heart, too, is captured,
I am smitten with thy physique.

And yesternight thou wert in my chamber,
And now my bedclothes bear thy scent,
Each day unveils something anew,
I am smitten with thy physique.

Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I,
Enamored with thy physique,
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I,
Enamored with thy physique.

Each day unveils something anew,
Enamored I am with thy form.

I must avow, I am bewitched by thy figure,
Thou saidst others could not balance thy stature,
In the beginning, thou wert shy, hiding thy visage,
Thou hast that sweet affection, I am ensnared by thy charm.

I know, maiden, thou hast a form men would war for,
Love thee through all, for whom dost thou shun sustenance?
Thou art too precious, why dost thou offer to share the cost?
I do not jest, they ought to display thee upon billboards, in truth.

Thou canst labour and I shall lessen thy burden,
And when thy tasks are done, we shall relax in comfort,
We can hearken to my melodies till thou art weary of my rhymes,
I possess riches, but none so grand as thee.

Thy form has captured my gaze, I am already victorious,
Striving to change the game as did my brother Teddy,
I do not feign indifference, for this surpasses my pride,
Let me amplify thy love, then bestow upon thee my 'Divide', mark it.

Enamored I am with thy form,
We draw and repel as doth a magnet,
Though my heart, too, is captured,
I am smitten with thy physique.

And yesternight thou wert in my chamber,
And now my bedclothes bear thy scent,
Each day unveils something anew,
I am smitten with thy physique.

Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I,
Enamored with thy physique,
Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I,
Enamored with thy physique.

Each day unveils something anew,
Enamored I am with thy form.

Hither, be mine own darling, hither,
Pour forth thy drink, no flaw in thy form, I stand in awe,
Hither, be mine own darling, hither,
And, my sweet, thou mayest call upon me, 'tis swifter so, no speech of Twitter, that matter is naught now,
Hither, be mine own darling, hither,

Maiden, cease thy evasion of query, I shall transform thy plight into fortune, by night's end,
Hither, be mine own darling, hither,
Consider thine choices and spend a day with me, known as The Problem, I shall treat thee well,
I am smitten with thy figure,
We draw and repel as doth a lodestone,
Though my heart, too, descends in its flight,
I am besotted with thy form,

Yesternight thou wert in mine chamber,
And now my bedclothes carry thy scent,
Each day I uncover something anew,
I am enraptured with thy form,

Hither, be mine own darling, hither,
Hither, be mine own darling, hither (I am besotted with thy form),
Hither, be mine own darling, hither,
Hither, be mine own darling, hither (I am besotted with thy form),
Hither, be mine own darling, hither,
Hither, be mine own darling, hither (I am besotted with thy form),
With each new day, I discover more,
I am enamored with the shape of thee