Youve plummeted me into despair
And youve hounded me and trampled me
Even with this heart of mine so rare.
Ive seen the worst side of you,
Ive seen you sad and crying blue,
And yet you want me, yet you love
So this must be wrought by the divine above.
Tomorrow we lap in luxury
With countless viandes
And sounds so purry
And the soup will be hot
And the food will be great
Because you are a million times wiser
To be had with pate.
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