Robot Sings (As If He Were Frank Sinatra With a Half-Boiled Egg and the Salt Shaker on a Breakfast Table)

My dear love
Tell me why your heart is so empty.
Won't you, dear, deny your love for me
is just whimsy?

My mind is puzzled while bacon in pan is frizzled.
Since your so beautiful.

Your my morning delight.
I wake up to kiss you.
I often spend the sleepless nights
just afraid of losing you.

My hope has fizzled,
the nightfall makes my heart drizzled.
Love is so painful.