Sing Me a Song
Sing me a song of love, my sweet,
I'll wait for you even if there's sleet.
A melodious, joyful song. I really wish,
I'll take you out to dinner, a costly dish.
We'll choose a white, dry, splendid wine,
If your eyes doth sparkle, I'll know you're mine.
I’ll whisper sweet nothings, words of pure love,
And hear your moaning just like a white dove.
And we’ll recount memories of days gone by
Oh, sweetheart, love me tenderly, or I’ll surely die.
So sing me a love song, a ballad of old.
And at the end, I'll give you a ring of gold.
Just a ditty, for want of better things
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