Mad Renee Is A Bit Touchy On This Subject

We are all machines that eventually show wear;

Here and there a spring will sag, the odd stitch will tear.

The imprudent man tries to restore the defaults.

(The perfect love song is a listing of your faults.)

 

Do not try to scold us, or hold us in contempt;

We will not be trained beasts–it’s unwise to attempt

To make us jump through hoops or perform somersaults

(The perfect love song is a listing of your faults.)

 

It’s unwise to ignore me, or choose to consult

Someone who thinks otherwise—I’ve seen the result!

The odd homicide, the occasional assaults.

(The perfect love song is a listing of your faults.)

 

If you value hearth and home, you listen to me.

(Ignore at your peril—only advice is free.)

The moral of our tale resides in morgues and vaults.

(The perfect love song is a listing of your faults.)

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