Evelyn (The Song of Slurs)

You are vile, you are vague
You are vain
You are sick, you are sad
You’re insane
You are cruel, you are crass
You don’t care
You are coy, you are cold
You’re unfair
Evelyn, don’t say it
Evelyn, I pray to thee
Evelyn, you love me
Don’t you see?
You are far, you are false
You’re a fink
You are frail, you are fey
You’re a pig
You are low, you are lost
Too far gone
You are deaf, you are dumb
Always wrong
Evelyn, don’t say it
Evelyn, it’s just not true
Evelyn, you see
You love me too
Evelyn, don’t say it
Evelyn, I pray to thee
Evelyn, you love me
Don’t you see?