Curves and Catapults

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[Verse]
She's got a figure that’s va-va-voom,
A silhouette that lights the room.
But tonight, oh boy, she’s got to fight,
Not with charm, but with steel and might.
Click, click, whirr—those turrets spin,
A war of wits, she’s set to win.

[Chorus]
Curves and catapults, she’s got it all,
Building up walls, while demons fall.
Oh, don’t mistake her hips for weak,
She’s a fortress strong, with a sly technique!

[Verse 2]
Her lipstick’s red, her aim is true,
With a wink, she’ll outsmart you.
Bolts and gears in a deadly dance,
No demon stands a fighting chance.
Behind those curls and a sultry pout,
A tactical mind’s what it’s all about.

[Prechorus]
Oh, she’s no damsel, no fainting queen,
Her style’s sharp, her tactics keen.

[Chorus]
Curves and catapults, she’s got it all,
Turrets spinning, hear the monsters bawl.
She’s sugar and spice, but don’t you forget,
She’s the last woman standing—no regrets yet.

[Bridge]
The demon snarls, she twirls her hair,
“Is that all you’ve got? Oh, how unfair.”
A press of a button, a flash, a roar,
Her traps ignite, and she evens the score.