1. This dove has become a songstress
Singing on the roadside without roots

2. Did she intend rewards from God or did she boast
Hoping rhymes would free her from a vow

3. She has talked so much I thought her words
Were devoid of nonsense and idle chatter

4. She scares us about a sly, deceitful mother
With cunning, not ceasing tears nor ceasing harm

5. Spare us worldly woes whether we're content or angry
For we've seen crops sprout from scattered seeds

6. And we've excuses for passion toward you
But no excuses for excuses toward you