In a boudoir, bring in a tender heart
On the couch, let him sit and relax
Pour a single tear of Port
And then sit at the piano
Right then, throw him out
The second night, sauté that tender heart
Let it simmer a good forty-five minutes while it waits for you
And if he still hasn't left
Be sure, that means he's cooked
Without giving yourself away
Right then, throw him out
The next day, it's up to you to be tender
Dim all the lights and without delay
Play the farce of great love
Say 'never', say 'always'
But after the rapture
Right then, throw him out!