She turned me down, she told me to die,
As I write these words, my soul does cry.

She said, "You're too manly," and I agreed, "So I am!
What's wrong with that? I can do things that no lesbian can."

She said, "You're too slimy, your tail's too small!"
I said, "But I love you, that shouldn't matter at all."


I promise I can grow hair in places it shouldn't be,
I started to beg, I got down on one knee.

She claimed, "I want big boobies, long fangs and a purr,
I only like women, not slimy bastards."

We'll never get married, it wasn't our fate,
I guess I'll just settle for Malicia La'Saet!

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Shanthin, in the year 133 CE.