(Мистическая, приятная музыка)

In my cave, I brew potions.

I can make anyone do something.

I walk by, and my motions

make people follow my gaze.

(Предприпев)

Stop, never do that.

When I’m lying in my bed.

You come up to me on tiptoe.

You might do something bad.

(Припев)

To hearing “I love, love you, sweetheart”

To be in your arms, knowing that you’ll kick the dart.

Your kiss remains poison on my lips.

It has as much poison as your words “I love you.”