Please, good monsieur,
do excuse my foul opinion.
I'm so terribly sorry that my
thoughts aren't what you expected.
Next time, I'll learn to hush my
silly
creative
lively
intelligent
wondering
mind, just to spare your feelings.
Because, it does really matter
that you think you can control me,
and, oh good monsieur;
how I live to please.

But really, I don't care.
This is my thought,
my feeling,
my mind.
And, I'm so sorry good monsieur, but
You didn't get an invitation.
So please, go find another girl to saddle,
this one will never be tamed.