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