Do worry not when I say you I love;

For I don't ask your precious heart be mine.

And keep whoever, in your heart you have.

Just lie to me you care, and I'll be fine.

And do those things, with him, you always do.

Talk sweet to him, praise him how finer he

Than me, to you, who always failed to woo.

Form together new bonds so stronger be.

Do talk ill of me with him in my back.

A thorn in my heart pullable not out;

Laugh at such state, make fun of what I lack.

Bring woe from one so much I care about.

Hold'ng onto you, to suffer is my fate;

And for my strain, my reward is your hate.