Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have thenposes that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?nHave I crossed the thin line now, that guards your un-enchanted barn,nwas it my simple friendliness that stirred the peasants, causing this alarm?nnHänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.nGirlfriends, wives or fiancées will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.nnSuch ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain to see.nYour signals, clearly advertising, stressing the obvious to me!nOh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for, can't you just for once, keep it in.nOh, please don't say it … - spare me your painful arrogance!nnHänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.nGirlfriends, wives or fiancées will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.nnSay:nHave I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have thenposes that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?nHave I, out of saddest habit, stared for too long at one spot?nOr has my silence been mistaken for pondering on your private parts?nnHänsel, call your soldiers back, this witch sticks to her gingerbread.nGirlfriends, wives or fiancées will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.n