Am'no a sook who'll walk away,
But there is nowt that I can say.
Aye I could fight it all, throw a fit,
Win you over with me charm and wit;
Like yer did it me when we first met,
That isnae a time I'll eva furget.
But ya ken what's best I suppose
And that is leaving tis wild rose.
Hope ya isnae jus bein a goon
But then tis did bloom too soon.
I ken ya naw ned, nor jessie too,
Don't need a bairn nippin like I do.
Yer scunnurt wit life so stowed oot,
So yer ken ya got ta give us th'boot.
If that what's best for ya, hey, so be
I hope life's a skoosh witout of me.
Am'no bein naw dozy tat, alright?
I'll jus say tata the noo for tonight.
But only the noo, and ya ken I'll still be
A wee sook for yer witout a scooby.