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Undeserving
Jessie, Jessie, Jessie. What name hath heaven given such an angel as her
her caring face, her lovely body her warm ways.
What can mear mortal as myself hepo to be in paradice that is in the embrace of such an angel such as she.
What doth a man, or boy, hope to gain in wander lust and forelorn heart to gain the favor of an angel
A pour man, a lowly man, one undeserving of such a prize
One such as her should be showered with works of arts, neigh, she is a work of art herself, to be set upon a museum wall for all to look at.
She should be given attention and love, tender and delicate in it's ways, suttle and refined.
And what be I? I be no more than a man, flawed in flesh and soul, tainted beyond hope and yet in my heart I hold some deluted dream that I may win the favor of an angel.
What gifts can a pour man like me give her, what token short of my life can I offer, so many others with so much more than me, they could give her all that she deserves.
They could give her diamonds, where all I have is coal
They could give her Corvettes, all I have is matchbox
They would give her the world, all I have is my love and my life.
That is all I can offer her, the angel, the vission of heaven, my love and my life to her, to be together for as long as I have and to cherish her in that time.
How can a mortal like myself expect to win an angel with that.
