Oh my darling, oh.
I'm sorry that I tied you.
Itis all that I could do
with my bundle of twine
You can still speak softly
and murmur nothings to me.
Your poetry probably sounds like your mind. Oh my darling, oh.
You're so beautiful.
My statue idol with ropes across his spine. Miss your family? Well, now you have me.
And I'll love you
'til the day I die.
Oh my darling, oh.
Where is the fire?
Is such terror necessary for a boy like mine?
I will dress you pretty and
take you to the city.
We can drink ten gallons of wine.
Oh my darling, oh.
Keep from the window.
Fall and I would simply lose my mind.