Can you water my lilies,
And let them grow through summer?

I'm a Nymph of the sordid taste,
My ***** is meek from your gnarly breath;

I must run, I must really

Your tongue decollates my vindictive ears,
You selfish, beautiful boy!

Let me grow my Lillies

Let me grow them near your wagon,

I have lost my naive lips
To a grotesque man.