O dear sir, I am a criminal of love
No need for your supplications have I
Make your prayers to the God above
I appreciate a lark and you are amusingly droll
Yet your lust fits me not as a glove
Your love is a heavy albatross
Mine is a lovely white dove

Yes, time it may be short
But your calculations run astray
The numbers and figures you quote I must retort
Be you true or only truly depraved?
Your kind of love is one messy tort
Take your time and take it slow
My smiles into sully frowns you contort

Be you handsome and witty is true
I am almost moved by you and your advance
But there are others, not just you
Nary you be the only fish in the sea
I am looking for a love that is true
Away with you, vile man
You are neither a driver, nor I a simple *****