

(doo-doo,
doo-doo)
I saw you standing by the Lumbridge gate
With your gold armor,
looking so first-rate
I typed 'wave: cyan: follow me please'
Selling raw lobsters under the trees
(haha, yeah)
I'll give you half my bank,
everything I own
Just don't leave me grinding all alone
If I trade you this ring,
will you understand?
Will you be my RuneScape girlfriend?
Standing in Varrock, holding my hand Typing red: scroll: love is in
the air We can cut yew trees,
we can go anywhere (oh-oh-oh)
We can go to Falador and dye our capes
Escape the black dragons,
making narrow escapes
I'll cook you sharks,
keep your hitpoints high
Underneath the blocky digital sky
Will you be my RuneScape girlfriend?
Standing in Varrock, holding my hand
Typing red: scroll: love is in the air We can cut yew
trees, we can go anywhere
(yeah,
anywhere)
Even if you are a guy in real life
I don't care, I still want you as my wife
We'll cross the Wilderness,
face the fight
Just press accept
on the trade screen
tonight...
(Will you be mine?)
(Will you be mine?)