MY GIRLFRIEND HAS AN ANGEL ON EACH SHOULDER

My girlfriend has an angel on each shoulder;
my girlfriend has an angel on each shoulder.
So there is no demon crouched at her ear;
so there is no demon crouched at her ear.
Her ear, there, on my shoulder, has no crouched
demon, so girlfriend is an angel at each.

I am foolish then to ask, Why is she good;
I am foolish then to ask, Why is she good
and I am less so? Heaven doubled her goodness;
and I am less so. Heaven doubled her goodness.
Then so I is doubled foolish, and ask: Why
am I her heaven? Am less good to she goodness.

No answer is comes. She remains herself;
no answer is comes. She remains herself
and I, myself, and the rain falls;
and I, myself, and the rain falls.
Myself and herself, she and I, comes,
falls. Answer? Is no. The rain remains.

Myself, I am foolish. And herself, girlfriend is an angel.
And I, less goodness comes.
So why falls she crouched, doubled at the rain?
I ask her, “Has each so no then to good?”
Her ear remains on my demon shoulder.
She is and heaven is. There am no answer.