I won't beat around the bush,
But I'll never use a hard push.
I won't lie through my teeth,
Come what may be, even if I miss!
I wouldn't like to make hay in your life.
You make me blush, I'm getting rife.
I wouldn't like to read your mind,
I wouldn't cry with all my might.
I won t beat around the bush
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