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!