You’re like a strange and very strict diet;
I’m learning to obey and be quiet.
Your love, my lover, my squire,
Is a trial by iron and fire.

You forbid me to sing and to smile,
And praying’s been banned for quite a while.
As long as we don’t separate,
You think everything’s great!

So, a stranger to everything,
I live and no longer sing.
You might just as well
Forbid me heaven and hell.