Harm of Will

If there is a troubadour washing, it is he

If there is a man about town, it is he

If there is one to be sought, it is he

If there are nine she's

They are bought for me

This way is as is she

And he placed her unclothed

Long, long, long-legged

On top of the family tree

And if he has chosen the point while she is under him

Then leave her coily placed crouched sucking him

For it is I

With her on knee

I leave her without pith or feel

And leave her be, leave it be

For he controls what there'll be

He makes his face known to none

For if he is seen, then all will

And all will know

Know me