Robot Sings (As If He Were Frank Sinatra with a Half-Boiled Egg and the Salt Shaker on a Breakfast Table)

My dear love
Tell me why your heart is so empty
Won’t you dear
Deny your love for me is just whimsy
My mind is puzzled
While bacon in a pan is frizzled
Since you’re so beautiful
You are my morning delight
I wake up to kiss you
I often spend a sleepless night
Just afraid of losing you
My hope has fizzled
The nightfall makes my heart drizzled
Love is so painful