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.