I’m an ugly, dirty, old cynic
Oh, yes I am.
If you knew my heart,
You’d know that wasn’t true.
Oh, yes indeed you would.
But beware of knowing my heart
Too well.
The heart of another
Is a delicate thing
To hold in your mind.
Then again if you know my art
It means you don’t mind one tiny bit
At all
That I’m an ugly, dirty, old cynic
Oh, yes I am.
Yes, ma’am.
donika emille 