Scorpions In Love

Ai amore, amore, amore perqe, amore, amore, amore, amore. Baby i'm sorry but i've got to go. Maybe i'll write you: i'll probabily won't. You brought such misery into my life: you're lucky i don't carry a knife. You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams, hide your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venerial disease: give me love give me love, OH! Please?! Please?! You said "Baby let's get merried!" 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. Amore, amore perqe Amore, amore perqe perqe perqe amore amore amore amore 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, hide your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venerial disease: give me love give me love, OH! Please?! You said "Baby let's get merried!" 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 out 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! we were scorpions in love! scorpions in love! itchy itchy bitchy bitchy itchy itchy bitchy bitchy 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.