My love is like a red, red nose
With pollen counts in June.
My love is like a melody:
A nagging, constant tune.
However fair you are, sweet lass,
So deep in debt am I:
But I will buy you stuff, my dear,
Till stores my cards deny.
Till stores my cards deny, my dear,
With balance overrun.
But I will get you more, my dear,
By smiles or wiles or gun.
Farewell, my jewel encrusted love,
For just a little while.
It’s not much time to do, my love,
Though prison tends to cramp my style.


the match to the original is excellent and captures the rhythm of it perfect in your twister



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