I personally am of a dying breed
I don't bed everything that seems to need
A touch of love and a little lace
Then in the morning you can't stand the face

Where's the Love if there's no morning hug
Or breakfast with a natural flare
If I can't say I love you then I want no part of you
A choice that is really quite rare

Who wants to have the honey
That had it been sold for money
Is a low grade common aware
Where frequent flyer miles are traded in there