Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tale - Emilie Autumn

Black, black is love’s potion

We drink, we drink from its well

And in their name, let’s drink to true love

For a toad and a scorpion fell

Yes, in their name, let’s drink to true love

For true love can break the spell (for true love can break the spell)

Awake from your dream, frog maiden

Skin green as the emerald sea

Let me tell you a tale of a love that did fail

Prick, prick, prick!

Goes the scorpion’s tail

She blushed as she walked by the water

Having known him the evening before

She liked how he spoke, but aware of his poke

Prick, prick, prick!

Goes the scorpion’s tail

Oh love, it is foolish and green, my love

How quickly we forget the sting, my love

What a pretty and dangerous line, my love

What bitter yet delicious wine, my love

With a prick of his prick he surprised her

Shell red as the rose in his teeth

«Fair maiden, join me.

Let us ride out to sea»

Prick, prick, prick!

Goes the scorpion’s tail

She pondered if his love was poison

But he pricked her so gently she swooned

His words were like wine as their fates intertwined

Prick, prick, prick!

Goes the scorpion’s tail

Oh love, it is foolish and green, my love

How quickly we forget the sting, my love

What a pretty and dangerous line, my love

What bitter yet delicious wine, my love

She offered her back like He climbed and they swam out to sea

She stroked at she smiled, and his stinger went wild

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Prick!

Goes the scorpions tail

Black, black is love’s potion

Take heed, take heed of the thorns

Don’t spring when it stings

Remember that you were warned.

Come

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

A cup of my scorn!