write a song
of the severity
a cold right down, from head to toe
talk of her (a civilly?)
to you wherever she may go
you may woo her
and you may amuse her
you may give her
all your money and your love
when she's taken all she can use
there without a sigh
that woman she'll leave you
(why weep?) oh you miserable man
you knew her soul
before you begin
you think a love of yours
could make angels out of whores
write a song of the severity
of cold right down, from head to toe
when she's taken all she can use
then without a sigh
that woman, she'll leave you
she'll leave you