MY FAULTS

It's my fault, I'm just imperfect,
Thus the righteous pulls me down.
It's my fault, my love is perfect,
Thus my heart is oft knocked down

It's my fault, I care and mingle,
Thus any Tom wants the dinner.
It's my fault, I am still single,
Thus to all, I'm just a sinner.

No one cares about the mood,
Or the truth would like to know.
All they want are nails and rood,
To hang the gaff and make a show.

If you came to save a sinner,
Then rescue me from the sly.
If my beards were long and thinner,
Then your feet, I'd wash and dry.