For all my talk of ladylike graces,
I've never been in love.
I've charmed and won a hundred men,
And flings I've had plenty of.
A time or two, it's been almost serious.
At least, I've had them think that way.
I've been loved, but never returned it,
Despite the sweet things I might say.
Poor, sweet William loves me so;
With a bat of my eyes, he's my slave.
But now I can take that much for granted.
A challenge is what I crave.
Not that it's been this way always;
I did have to work for his touch.
But now it's so easy it's boring...
He just doesn't thrill me as much.