I beg you
O honey, I promise I’ll give in
But please don’t kill
the painter within
The painter who’s painted you
out and in
The painter who’s colored
the grays of my sin.
 
I beg you
O honey, I promise I’ll give in
But please don’t strangulate
the nightingale within
The nightingale who’s sung for you
out and in
The nightingale who’s sung away
the blues from under my chin.
 
I beg you
O honey, I promise I’ll give in
But please don’t pluck
the flower within
The flower who’s blossomed
out and in
The flower who’s fragrance
is wavering under my skin.
 
I beg you
O honey, I promise I’ll give in
But please don’t blow out
the candle within
The candle who’s flame has danced
out and in
The candle who’s shown me the path
to the door of your inn.
 
I beg you
O honey, I promise I’ll give in
I swear by the painter,
the nightingale, the flower,
and the candle within.
I promise I’ll give in, O honey,
let me sit at the door of your heart
and I’d sit there till you let me in.
 

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