Thou didst not ******* I came of my own accord now you tell me that you're bored how can I improve on my sweet Lord
Thou art a ruffian - unskilled in the art of *******, no tantric *** more like Titanic with a hex I always know what's coming next
Who wrote my script and said that: I wouldst love you no matter what? maybe it was you more likely than not I must be thankful, pretend with what I've got
Now thou art coming again - never mind my pain why is it that my loss has to be your gain?