Dorothy Parker - The Burned Child lyrics

Love has had his way with me This my heart is torn and maimed Since he took his play with me Cruel well the bow-boy aimed Shot, and saw the feathered shaft Dripping bright and bitter red He that shrugged his wings and laughed Better had he left me dead Sweet, why do you plead me, then Who have bled so sore of that? Could I bear it once again? Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat!