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Getting born in the land of the cold
Papa would praise her, and her mama would scold
It was forbade for her to swing a blade
Theon always whined about the Iron Price being paid
She knew that she would never be a little lady
Just like she knew that King's Landing was shady
Blackwater deep, Baelish is a creep
Killing fat boys while escaping the Red Keep
She's a squirrel
Horseface, and a lovely girl
Be aware that love songs make her hurl
Getting stabbed by the pointy end of her sword
Why does Tywin like getting called milord?
Westeros, what a mess
Maybe burn down less?
Westeros, not worth the stress
Arya'd rather aggress,
And maybe crossdress.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a sword, a wolf, and a boy
Her rejoiners gave the Old Lion joy
With a name like Arya of House Stark
Day was gonna come when things got a little dark
She missed the Wedding by a hair's breadth
And what do we say to death?
Westeros, what a mess
Maybe burn down less?
Westeros, not worth the stress
Arya'd rather aggress,
And maybe crossdress.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Playing by the rules of her own game
Giving Jaqen H'ghar his own name
What do we say to death?
What do we say, say, say?
Being proper wasn't worth the hassle
Different roads lead to same castle
Oysters, clams, and cockles to hawk
Wouldn't wear a frock
Gave the Freys a good talk
In the House of Black and White stealing faces
She never cared for social graces
Never left any traces
Westeros, what a mess
Maybe burn down less?
Westeros, not worth the stress
Arya'd rather aggress,
And maybe crossdress.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Westeros, what a mess
Maybe burn down less?
Westeros, not worth the stress
Arya'd rather aggress,
And maybe crossdress.
Yeah, yeah, yeah