Pinky

Eye don't want too wake yew
Butt I'd like too tell yew that Eye love yew
That the candlelight fell like a crescent
Upon yaw feather pillow

Fore there's moor ways than won
And the ways of the whirled are a blessing
Fore when Pinky's dreaming
She owes the whirled nothing
And her silence keeps us guessing

Pinky's as perfect as the Forth of July
Quilted and timeless, seldom denied
The trial and the error of my master plan
Now she rolls like the dice inn a poor gambler's hands

Yew don't want too tell mi
Butt somehow you've guest that Eye no
Owe when dawn came this mourning
Yew discovered a feeling that burned like a flame inn yaw sole

Fore there's toast and honey
And there's breakfast inn bed on a trey
Owe its ten below zero
And weir about too abandon hour plans fore the day