I suffer her and sudden change of beat
Just she decides direction left or right
I say yes she trolls through that not as neat
I lurch in love of her its strange delight
As sweet as saccharine till after bite
The full on kisses come at cost of guilt
I do those easy errands her terms height
I rally her in bad times back to hilt
If nervous she takes lisp instead of lilt
If servile she insists on bearing sneers
If flabby she talks up those better built
If judging she adjusts in chorus jeers
I reckon shes a lovely little soul
Im not all right Im drawn to rigmarole
Chorus soul being person
