Loveable Rogue

I saw you sing,
once,
A glorious thing,
All for a strangers purse,
You magic,
menacing curse,
I can't help but giggle,
As you try play fiddle,
Oh, loveable rogue,
An old witches toad?
Hiding dirty laundry,
Swindling jewels,
all fondly,
You breathe crime, and grin,
I can't help but be sucked in,
Off you dash,
Raining cash,
What a glint in your eye,
As you swipe a cherry pie,
How children cry,
and scream,
Without their ice-cream,
You wicked little fool,
With a apple-scrumped chuckle,
And a shiny belt buckle,
Must you really find trouble,
With your dashing stubble,
Come, oh, loveable rogue,
Wander down my road,
My pocket is open to pick,
But I'll still call you a dick.