Dorothy Parker - The Danger Of Writing Defiant Verse lyrics

And now I have another lad! No longer need you tell How all my nights are slow and sad For loving you too well His ways are not your wicked ways He's not the like of you He treads his path of reckoned days A sober man, and true They'll never see him in the town Another on his knee He'd cut his laden orchards down If that would pleasure me He'd give his blood to paint my lips If I should wish them red He prays to touch my finger-tips Or stroke my prideful head He never weaves a glinting lie Or brags the hearts he'll keep I have forgotten how to sigh Remembered how to sleep He's none to kiss away my mind A slower way is his Oh, Lord! On reading this, I find A silly lot he is