The heroine stood up on the deck

The ship was out of control

The bow was being ripped to shreds

Men were fighting down below

The sea had pummeled the boat for so long

That they knew nothing but fear



And the baby's in the box, he thinks the door is locked

The sea is in a state, the baby learns to wait

For the heroine, ooohh for the heroine

Locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine



The mast is cracking as he waves are slapping

Sailors roll across the deck

And when they thought none was looking

They would cut a weaker man's neck

While the heroine dressed in a virgin white dress

Tried to steer the mighty ship

But the raging storm wouldn't hear of it

They were in for a long trip



Baby's in the box, he thinks the door is locked

He finds it hard to breathe, drawing in the sea

And where's the heroine to fire off the gun

To calm the raging seas and let herself be seized by the



Baby in the box, he thinks the door is locked

The woman has the keys

But there is no moment she can seize

Here's to the heroine, who transcends all the men

Who are locked inside the box

Will the lady let them out

Ooohh the heroine, ooohh the heroine

Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine ...