It started small,

Two children messing around,

Now look at us!

I remember that first call,

You thought that I wasn’t just that nobody in the background,

And that time we were together on a bus.

You blinded me with love,

And I drank your potion,

I was under your spell.

And to think that I would think of you as a dove,

My heart had already been stolen,

After that, I crawled back into my shell.

Your love is like an arrow, laced with poison.