I love you... a penny,
I love you... is airborne,
I love you... if it's a head it
means we have had it, we're splitting
I love you... 'cause I am,
I love you... after all a real man
who hasn't snow in his guts and
in bed know I call the shots
but shudder in front of your bosom
I hate you and I love you
like minuscule butterfly dying
and flapping it's wings
The love we are making in bed
keeps me from my better half
Today I'm going back to her.
May will come! Grits... find and courage!
I still love you and beg for pardon
Remember your person;
open the door to a warrior
of the order of toilet paper
and give me your delicate wine
you made while I was out of line
and the linen bedsheets maybe
put me to bed like a baby
that is dreaming of horses and spinning
give me some housework
let me squeeze tight a woman
who irons while singing
And then let us do a little teasing
before we make love pleasing
dress up the anger with peace
and the lamp with ling'rie pieces
( repeat verses 5 to 8 )