to the scorch of summer day
(I'm not warming up to your praises)
or to the darling buds of May
I'm not as pretty as you say
(and I am aware)
Please don't tell me
anything about myself
that I cannot see beyond the gilded frames
or behind that twinkle in your eye
glazed by lust
(and probably beer)
I do apologize
but
Please don't bother me
I'm waiting
until another one like you
comes over
to tell me I'm beautiful too
but I'll follow him home
just to spite you
Please don't be angry
I was joking
but
Please leave me
or buy me a drink
and stay away
thank you.
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Give me some beat, mr Saxo!