(after Dorothy Parker)
Love causes far more pain
than mere sticks and stones
and when from your life she is gone
her memories and sometimes spite remains
Choir:
From sad experience I do know
that there might not be a more painful woe
than a female’s scorn, her anger and hate
and be very careful before it’s too late.
If you do not truly love her, then be aware
as with her you do really dare
as a female is a really dangerous pet
that does not have the ability to forget.
Even if your love is past and through
you are still trapped in a kind of fix,
she will throw at you more harmful things than bricks,
she will ransom you to what she thinks is due.
[Reference: “Ballade of the unfortunate man” by Dorothy Parker.]
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