You have deep magic eyes.
I can feel your incantation.
Driving me to desperation.
Waiting for your special touch
Craving what we do so much.
It is not seemly to want this way.
To keep on thinking about you every day.
What am I to do.
I have a curse that is about you.
When will I be able to breathe?
When will I get some sleep?
It isn't fair you know
To keep me waiting and wanting you so
What am I to do?
I know I am cursed in wanting you.