It takes three to make a thing go right
It takes espirit to make it outta sight
En garde!

I wanna allez now
I am prêt and I came to get down
I am internationally known And I am known to riposte for the throne
Because I get stoopid, I mean rivalacious  Stay away from me if you’re contagious
Cause I’m the winner, no, I’m not a loser
To be musketeer is what I choose-a
Ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me
Like the way that I touché them in bed
While my rivals passé instead

In this installment of warriors, we look at the French Musketeers. Are you flashy enough to carry an épée?

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