I am the pretty one She feels my head with irk Being his pet she has to learn I am sure she will blunder when she tries to mimic
For i am she who taught him love's fantasy And you vanished while i covered his flaws Even when his voice was never bassy Even when he was still staggering to make acquaintance with life's laws
I stood by his throne of tin and became his queen Till now i make his chest vibrate His love for me does not have to be instigated by how we have been You can go away flattering yourself and upon my sight hate
I am glad for within him i have nurtured my home So i can smile because i know his second will be just but a mome