“Don’t blow me any kisses”
You don’t want them anymore
You loathe my little raspberries
“Don’t blow them at the door”
You told me no more flowers
You don’t want my gentle hug
Your love, it further sours
You’re pulling out the rug
“Don’t tell me that you love me”
You want to hear no more
You’re relishing your freedom
And breaking what you swore
You said I make you cringe
You can’t stand me anymore
My affection makes you singe
Like a kid that you abhor
