Baby I'm sorry, I've got to go.
Maybe i'll write you: I probably won't.
You brought such misery into my life!
Yoy're lucky
I don't carry a knife.
You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams, hid your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venereal disease... give me love, give me love, oh please?!
You said: "Baby let's get married!".
You said: "Baby let's get lost!".
I said: "Honey! I don't mean maybe!".
You said: "Maybe, maybe, maybe. Perhaps! I don't know... can it be? Is it so?".
Well, nevermind, I've got to go.
Baby I love you but i've got to go.
Maybe I'll miss you: I don't think so!
Maybe I'm lucky to be alive.
Oh, what a stupid thing to remind!
You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams, hid your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venereal disease... give me love, give me love, oh please?!
You said: "Baby let's get married!".
You said: "Baby let's get lost!".
I said: "Honey! I don't mean maybe!".
You said: "Maybe, maybe, maybe. Perhaps! I don't know... can it be? Is it so?".
Well, nevermind, I've got to go.
If you think of what I'm thinking and I think you're thinking of what did happen to our precious dreams...
well, the dreams were not enough!
Looking back now that I'm sober, this conclusion's not absurd: baby, we were scorpions in love!
itchy itchy b****y b****y itchy itchy b****y b****y honey, we were scorpions in love baby, i'm dieing.
Honey, you know i can't miss your sugar poison
and all your tender lies but your love you know
you know your love caused such a bleed
and there is something, someting i'll try not to meet.
Maybe i'll write you: I probably won't.
You brought such misery into my life!
Yoy're lucky
I don't carry a knife.
You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams, hid your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venereal disease... give me love, give me love, oh please?!
You said: "Baby let's get married!".
You said: "Baby let's get lost!".
I said: "Honey! I don't mean maybe!".
You said: "Maybe, maybe, maybe. Perhaps! I don't know... can it be? Is it so?".
Well, nevermind, I've got to go.
Baby I love you but i've got to go.
Maybe I'll miss you: I don't think so!
Maybe I'm lucky to be alive.
Oh, what a stupid thing to remind!
You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams, hid your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venereal disease... give me love, give me love, oh please?!
You said: "Baby let's get married!".
You said: "Baby let's get lost!".
I said: "Honey! I don't mean maybe!".
You said: "Maybe, maybe, maybe. Perhaps! I don't know... can it be? Is it so?".
Well, nevermind, I've got to go.
If you think of what I'm thinking and I think you're thinking of what did happen to our precious dreams...
well, the dreams were not enough!
Looking back now that I'm sober, this conclusion's not absurd: baby, we were scorpions in love!
itchy itchy b****y b****y itchy itchy b****y b****y honey, we were scorpions in love baby, i'm dieing.
Honey, you know i can't miss your sugar poison
and all your tender lies but your love you know
you know your love caused such a bleed
and there is something, someting i'll try not to meet.