Muff

Tease me with teasel down Weasel way

my lover will comb my hair today

if he is rough the teasel will catch

I’ll show him the door and lift the latch

if he is gentle and teasels well

I’ll open my heart, my feelings tell

if he is foolish teasel will break

my love will forsake, my heart will ache

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