Should you shudder my dear?
Once you hear my whisper near?
Should you be afraid and hate when you hear?
How horrible and awful must I be to make you act so queer!
It was you I admire and hold dear
I always want to touch you and to you be near
But it was my name you reviled to hear
How horrible and awful must I be to make you act so queer!
You were always the heart of the night my boy oh dear
And It was I to whom every ill whisper drew near
I love you and this I want you to hear
How horrible and awful must I be to make you act so queer!
You liked this woman and called her your dear
and I was just a woman you never dare to listen though near
Would you stop for a while and listen even just hear!
How horrible and awful must I be to make you act so queer!
I could not accept to hear when you called her your dear
I could not hold my tears when you two were so near
I could not accept stories of you frenching that I hear
How horrible and awful it was, and your sweet moments so queer
And so forever goodbye my dear
I promise to you I will never be near
My voice you will never hear
I must be horrible and awful I accept for I approach my grave
In a manner so queer.
