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I found this version on Tumblr and had to try it. I did mess with the lyrics a bit. Source: https://www.tumblr.com/highnonsenselogic/719396118048407552/what-if-jolene-was-an-eldritch-siren-monster

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; Please don’t take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair,

with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

For years our town’s been terrorized by the beast who takes disguise

in the shell that calls itself Jolene

Our sleep disturbed by quaking breath,

no rest from the threat of death

that lies behind the teeth of that Jolene

The closer that you get to her,

the more those edges seem to blur

to something that cannot be called Jolene

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; Please don’t take him just because you can

Your teeth are sharp, your mouth agape, your claws rend flesh,

there’s no escape from the Judgment of the Eldritch One, Jolene

Blackening the summer skies, with burning wings and countless eyes,

we tremble at your very sight, Jolene

He screams about you in his sleep and when he wakes does naught but weep,

in terror of the one they call, Jolene

We cower here beneath your gaze that sets the earth and sky ablaze,

have mercy at the end of days, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; Please don’t take him just because you can

The foolish who came to defend, their broken minds will never mend,

They fell before they could begin, Jolene

But I’ve seen beyond that auburn hair, my eyes have met your vacant stare

and I’ve been told I’m hard to scare, Jolene

Before your wrath no foe could stand, their corpses piled upon the sand,

The blood of gods are on your hands, Jolene

Your hunger barely satisfied, you feasted on the ones who died,

You slumber now in starless skies, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; I’m begging of you, don’t disturb her sleep

Jolene, Jolene , Jolene, Jolene; We’re safe while she still slumbers in the deep

Alexander Ford

Alexander Ford is a reclusive artist/writer living and working in Las Vegas. He thinks that Cyclops was right.

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