With all your faults I love you still,
With all your faults I always will.
But if I should endeavor to
Point out those very faults to you,
Saying, "Herein is where you're wrong,"
I doubt if you would love me long.
And if you started in detailing
My each and every little failing,
All listed--it is understood--
Exclusively for my own good,
I'd find, although you summed them rightly,
My love evaporating slightly
With all our faults we love each other;
But pointing out to one another
Exactly where and how we err
Won't boost love's ante, as it were.
We have our faults, but, darling, pray
Let's leave 'em lay, let's leave 'em lay!