You know it, my Juju, That I'm unmatched in the art of games Of my credibility, I'm most assured
You know it, my Juju, From whatever trials before me I shall emerge unscathed and unopposed
Explain to me, my Juju, Why does my blood boil When I look into his molten eyes of gold?
I hate him, I loathe him! The pearly sheen of dovetail hair, And ivory skin, angelic in my dreams
Dirk Strider, Dirk Strider This foul hiss in my skin A venomous lotus Will I succumb to him?
Itâ s not my fault I'm not to blame I swear to you, it merely started as a game!
Itâ s not my fault Left with no shame For at my weakest, I can only howl his name!
Give me strength, my juju Donâ t let his moonrunes fill my head Don't let him whisk me off to paradise Just find him and tame him Ensnared in miles of ruby red A sparkling diamond cut by vengeful thorns!
Dirk Strider, Dirk Strider In each and every breath That you draw Desire Will cleanse your wicked soul!
It was just a game at first We were playing games at first