Your arms, dear, are not for hitting,
you shouldn't make your hands into fists.
Your eyes don't have to be so hard,
relax those hard lines around your jaw.
/>Your body, dear, is soft to the touch.
But you only think of your own salvation,
you only think of your own affairs
and that is beneath all standards.< br/>Look at yourself and smile, your soft arm
is made for my head to rest on,
your chest as a safe pillow keeps me warm,
but warmer are your lips that kissed me .
So one by one you aroused my other desires.
But you thought of another thing at the same time
with which you effortlessly calmed your conscience
and that is beneath all standards.
br/>My love was the stake for your game,
you liked to let your vanity be caressed by me.
You didn't want to, then you wanted to again.
I was blinded, I just let it go playing with me.
You just let someone else steal you away
and my happiness just fell to the wayside.
But you didn't really care about my sadness
and that was yet beneath all standards.
Princely you lie in another bed
and make him foolish and drunk with your body,
which in no way prevents you from going behind his back again to ogle at me.
Deceiving is in your style,
you have secretly given yourself to me,
but it is surely beneath all standards.

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