The Confession

Don't tell me anything, anyhow
 Your contribution, proposed solution fails for now
 'Cause I can see your house from here
 Now the leaves have fallen, dear
 You're such a little privateer
 As your confession draws more near
 So darlin' don't, don't sell me anything of any kind
 Your one time offer is so uncalled for
 You call it piece of mind
 But I don't want your life insurance
 Home auto health fire insurance
 Just make this basic inference
 And employ a little common sense
 Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless
 In time that's what I find
 Carry me to Mecca with what you may devine
 Take me with you, take me with you, don't leave me behind
 So darlin' don't, don't give me anything of any kind
 Your trite donation, commercialization
 Is just wasted time
 'Cause I can see your ship from here
 Now the weather's bright and clear
 I can see you're such a little privateer
 As your confession draws near