A picturesque scene we could watch for hours.

I cook a three-course meal as a surprise.

The table is set with wine and flowers,

But made of napkins of which never dies.

I would do everything for your comfort.

You tell me that I am a nice person

Because I never want to see you hurt,

But now your iron chains and locks fasten.

It really does not matter what I do.

I could be nice and we could have a blast,

But I know nice guys always finish last.

You won't admit it, but you know it's true.

Flowers, poems, dinners won't make you fall

Because you keep hiding behind that wall.