Raw Tears

You're not the most beautiful My sweet and juicy rebel You're not the least ugly From the valley, but you possess the remedy Which can heal the evils of my heart, and soul. Every time I see you, I die Hot tears run down my face I suffer, and I die like a savage This love is brutal, these emotions kill me This situation is worse than the classic stories. The love stories of Corneille and Racine The feelings that torture, hang, and kill You are neither the sassiest lady, nor the least ugly But you possess the delicious and divine remedy Inside your voluptuous poitrine.