You've been watching over me   Saying you're keeping me company   I should be grateful, I suppose   And compare you to a summer's rose      You've been talking sweet to me   About peace and loving harmony   But I know what you say about me   So now I tell you cause I gotta break free      That I can't give you no false affection   I can do without your phony charm   This train ain't movin in your direction   This piece of poetry is meant to do harm      Please don't give me no warm reception   What you call peace to me is a call to arms   Some are singing to raise affection   This piece of poetry is meant to do harm      So with what shall I compare thee?   Summer's clay or winter's sleet?   You made a non-believer out of me,   Now you ask for my sympathy?      Take your words and take your vows   Take your flake-fuelled buddhist bows   Let the cool winds roughly shake   Out all darling buds of fake      I can't give you no false affection   I can do without your phony charm   This train ain't movin in your direction   This piece of poetry is meant to do harm      And don't you give me no warm reception   What you call peace to me is a call to arms   I'm not singing to raise affection   This piece of poetry is meant to do (poetry is meant to do)   Ooh.. meant to do harm