Anne: Soon, I promise, Soon, I won't shy away, Dear old-- Soon, I want to. Soon, whatever you say. Even now, When you're close and we touch, And you're kissing my brow, I don't mind it too much. And you'll have to admit I'm endearing, I help keep things humming, I'm not domineering-- What's one small shortcoming? And think of how I adore you, Think of how much you love me. If I were perfect for you, Wouldn't you tire of me Soon, All too soon, Dear old