The world has left me in a
sorry state
And it's almost too late to recupperate
Only you
can heal the wounds and save me from my fate
I promise you that if
you love me things will be great
I'll take you out on
Sundays
And charm you in many ways
I'll teach you that pity
pays
If you only stay
I'm capable of anything and
everything
I can make you laugh and also make you cry
All of
this will end in death or a wedding
Don't let my burning passion
die
You no longer have to fear me
Think of me and don't get
teary
All I want is to be like everybody
Not hated until I grow
weary