Discipline of Love

(Don Freeman/David Batteau)

You naughty girl; so sharp and dry
Don’t fill yourself with foolish pride
You wanted me to notice you
But when I came, you cut me
Why did you do it?
Why did you go and spoil the fun?
Why did you do it?
You need the discipline of love
Some discipline
You wild child, how sweet you smile
Your crystal ball – it’s broken
Take notice now: my turn to talk
The gate of love – it’s narrow