Why Do I Help Her?

She asked me that question
From which I do shy
That question I hate
That big wondrous “Why?”

That’s a hard one to answer
Not easily explained
No actual profit
Nor money gained

I know it is something
A maiden in distress?
Or maybe a slim chance
She’ll be mine to caress

I know I’ll be down
My heart black and blue
But still I don’t care
As her friend I’ll be true

So to answer the question
That inquisitive “Why?”
Maybe I do it
“Cause I’m that kind of guy

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