There’s more than one romantic way to die —
nooses, needles, knives, we’ve just begun;
and like depressing letters telling why,
there’s more than one
biography to show you how it’s done.
Promise me you’re disinclined to buy:
for while some desperate dames decline to shun
dilemmas one’s demise may dignify,
why shouldn’t you let living have a try?
So live, love, and let live, don’t spoil the fun;
for though you are the apple of my eye,
there’s more than one.