Elle, if a girl like you can't win back her man then there is no hope for the rest of us
You go, and you fight for him
The Irish fear nothing and no one
They keep fighting 'til everyone's dead
I'm not sure where this metaphor's going
I just felt like it had to be said
There's a guy at that party who loves you
Something most of us only dream of
You go out there and you get some Ireland
The country of whiskey and love