Everything she touches turns into itself
Burns a little brighter, and she does it all in stealth
She'll hold you on crutches, nurse the poorest health
Til the curse, it feels lighter, and you can pursue your wealth
So if you are to take her, take her honestly
Cos you're the one who'll profit from the loss that I feel
Temper all your clutches, please control yourself
You can hold her tighter when you've earned it with your help
Wild dogs, get in hutches, put them on the shelf
Bolt the latches tighter, watch them bark and yelp
Cos anyone who takes her, takes her modestly
Cos you're the one who'll profit from the loss that I feel
Yes anyone who takes her, takes her honestly
Cos you're the one who'll profit from the loss that I feel