I’m thinking of my soul’s sovereignty,
And I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings
To throw them up, one of my favorite things…
We’re just poking around, having a bit of mischievous fueled fun
So don’t you cry now sweetie, don’t let your precious makeup run
No personal attacks, this is simply some friendly banter
Come now dear, that tepid smile of yours is revealing your pent-up anger
Why is your face violently heliotrope? Has your wounded soul had enough?
If you were so sensitive, you shouldn’t have entered the line of fire, love
Honestly though, be far from it for me to stifle your amazing flair
But remember darling, in the game of love and war and persiflage, all is fair.
…Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favourite things!