The Song Of Slurs

You are vile, you are vauge, you are vain
You’re devious and envious, you’re insane
Évelyne, don’t say that
Évelyne, I pray to thee
Évelyne, you love me, don’t you see?
You are cruel, you are crass, you don’t care
You are coy, you are cold, you’re unfair
Évelyne, you’re unjust
Évelyne, it’s not true
Évelyne, you see, you love me too
You are foul, you are false, you’re a fink
You are frail, you are fake, you are nothing
Évelyne, don’t say that
Évelyne, it’s not true
Évelyne, you see, you love me too