As I listen to your voice so coy,
I cannot help but to enjoy
The attempts and the foolish pleas,
That mean but little to a tease.
When we converse, I deem this way,
That your feelings I must persway,
And when my tongue begins to freeze,
Then, once again, you must tease.
You seem to understand how I feel,
And what you say seems so real,
So I fall to the ground upon my knees,
And find again what you did was tease.
Now I want so for you to change,
This task, however, elludes my range.
Just as the leaves fall from the trees,
You must always remain a tease.