I’m sorry, my dear.
I know it may hurt, my dear.
Oh, but I must, my dear
divorce this dead love, my dear.

I feel quite cold
now that I know
all your features, all your charms
just as if they were my own.

I feel quite bored
now that we’ve shared
every secret, every thought,
every fear and every fault.

I’m divorcing my dear
only for you, my dear
so you can [bad word] my dear
just like my old dear, dear.

I feel quite cold
now that I know
all your features, all your charms
just as if they were my own.

I feel quite bored
now that we’ve shared
every secret, every thought,
every fear and every fault.