THE QUESTION ANSWERED

THE QUESTION ANSWERED

1963

 

Were I not a mortal man

But of some higher and nobler clan

Would I then be able to see

Why you won’t go out with me?

 

Does my person give you fright?

Is my face a hideous sight?

Have I four arms or noses three

Why won’t you go out with me?

 

I read friendship in your eyes

I hear passion in every sigh

And you say you care for me.

Why won’t you go out with me?

 

You say in voice so small and thin,

Something about a matter of skin.

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