Black, black is love’s potion We drink, we drink from its wells And in their name, let’s drink to true love For a toad and a scorpion fell Yes, in their name, let’s drink to true love For true love can break the spell (for true love can break the spell)
Awake from your dream, frog maiden Skin green as the emerald sea Let me tell you a tale of a love that did fail Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.
She blushed as she walked by the water Having known him the evening before She liked how he spoke, but aware of his poke Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.
Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love How quickly we forget the sting, my love What a pretty and dangerous line, my love What bitter yet delicious wine, my love
With a prick of his prick he surprised her Shell red as the rose in his teeth “Fair maiden, join me. Let us ride out to sea” Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.
She pondered if his love was poison But he pricked her so gently she swooned His words were like wine as their fates intertwined Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.
Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love How quickly we forget the sting, my love What a pretty and dangerous line, my love What bitter yet delicious wine, my love
She offered her back white demurely He climbed and they swam out to sea She stroked at she smiled, and his stinger went wild Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick! Goes the scorpions tail.
Black, black is love’s potion. Take heed, take heed of the thorns. Don’t spring when it stings Remember that you were warned. Come
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