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Methinks I be comely, I wot I be fair, Mine visage doth enchant, And maketh maidens to swoon.
I possess the steps, That truly doth stir them, I sendeth shivers up and down their spines.
I be but a comely lad (comely lad), I be not thy plaything (plaything). I be but a comely lad (comely lad), I be not thy plaything (plaything).
I maketh them warm, I causeth them to quiver, Their knees grow weak, Whene’er I be near.
They seeth me stride, They heareth me speak, I maketh them feel, As if on cloud nine.
I be but a comely lad (comely lad), I be not thy plaything (plaything). I be but a comely lad (comely lad), I be not thy plaything (plaything).
Devour thy hearts, maidens, Keep thy hands from the wares.
I be but a comely lad (comely lad), I be not thy plaything (plaything), I be but a comely lad (comely lad), I be not thy plaything (plaything)
