If, my dear, you turned me on,
Don't you think I'd tell you so?
Every day you see me fawn
Over others that you know,
Never breathing any word
Of attraction to or for
You, now oughtn't you have heard
One, or likely many more
If I thought you worth a glance
For your body not your mind?
These things are not done by chance
But with care, I think you'll find.
Listen closely to me, hear:
I do not love you my dear.
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