Would we, would we not,
"I cherish your pretty pink under-garment",
Is it chosen, by a little
By them, few.

Drones stalking, Queens waiting,
There are words, and more words,
Your love, a verse; But tell me my dear,
Caressing you is subtle or hard?

"I like your back", screaming my eyes,
Don't please don't, Shun this part.
Isn't it for your best? To like me.
I sing, not drunk songs, Sire.

My eyes in your life, Has
Been tears, take not less,
Not a little more, Don't litter love
Queen