Cocteau

Were in a fair lady’s ear, Such as would please; ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone, You are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know it begins with some great kinsman’s bone, As with a kiss I