My little darlin knows my nature My little darlin knows my mind She has sheltered me from it all the time For left alone to my own devices I will tear at the carpet I'll chew the blinds A more feral specimen you won't find But every year I am getting older And I lose my good looks, lose my charms All I used to lure you into my arms Who could blame you being cynical You're right the world it is a crypt It's pitiless and cold And though I remain skeptical That you still love me May be the only miracle I never learned to trust a love song It was not because the words were trite But I felt the love itself was trite Now my little darlin I'll sing you a love song One you can hang your hat on every night I will be your witness if you be mine I will be your witness if you be mine I will be your witness if you be my wife