You Sure Don't Treat Me Like The Others

You sure don’t treat me at all like the others.
I like all your friends and you like my Mother.
You’re a gentle man.
Such a gentle man.

You take me places I ain’t been before, and
It makes me smile when you open my door.
It’s wonderful.
So wonderful.

So what’s wrong with me that I ache inside
For a buccaneer on a rising tide
Coming after me with smile so wide
And sinister?

So sinister.

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