Babe, how the similitude of an angel
Thou hast from thy sole to thy crown!
Unblemished art thou in frame, I so can tell,
But can't guess what in thine heart's sown.
Luscious is thine outer body, which can make
A sane fella hellfire choose to gladly go,
When he God's Law doth foolishly break;
Yet I shall fly on cloud nine with thee--no.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 2:16 AM UTC
Babe, how the similitude of an angel
Thou hast from thy sole to thy crown!
Unblemished art thou in frame, I so can tell,
But can't guess what in thine heart's sown.
Luscious is thine outer body, which can make
A sane fella hellfire choose to gladly go,
When he God's Law doth foolishly break;
Yet I shall fly on cloud nine with thee--no.
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