The kerchief on your neck of snow
I look on as a deadly foe,
It goeth where I dare not go
And stops there all day long.

The belt that holds you in its grasp
Is, to my peace of mind, a rasp,
It claspeth what I can not clasp,
Correct me if I'm wrong.

It's much less painful on the whole
To go and sit on red hot coal
      'Til you're completely flayed,
Or ask a kindly friend to crack
Your wretched bones upon the rack
      Than love a heartless jade,
      Than love a heartless jade.

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The bird that breakfasts on your lip,
I would I had him in my grip,
He sippeth where I dare not sip,
      I can't get over that.

The cat you fondle, soft and sly,
He lieth where I dare not lie.
We're not on terms, that cat and I.
      I do not like that cat.

It's much less painful on the whole
To go and sit on red hot coal
      'Til you're completely flayed,
Or ask a kindly friend to crack
Your wretched bones upon the rack
      Than love a heartless jade,
      Than love a heartless jade.

Or ask a kindly friend to crack
Your wretched bones upon the rack
      Than love a heartless jade!