Why did I fall in love with you, There’s thousands more would have loved me too, But love like yours is an evil brew, While mine is true, and a man thing.
How could I see your lovely face And think it harboured a state of grace When all it hid was a can of mace That drove me mad in decanting.
I should have sought your history That kept you hidden in mystery, For though I followed you wistfully I never uncovered the bantling.
What is the hold you have on me That keeps me wanting you wretchedly Long after your love has done with me And lost itself in your canting.
You may have coined a gypsy curse That got to my heart, and hurt it first, But you’re without love, and what is worse Love’s without you in your ranting.