I'm the original sin,
my middle name is trouble,
I'll burst your bubble
& you'll come
back for more.

I can make
your head spin,
you'll drool
all over yourself
tasting me,
it's all free.

You might think
you taste like cyanide,
but I've got you beat.
I'll sweep you off you feet
when our eyes meet!

Are you really sure
you wanna meet?

'Cause don't you know darling,
I'll poison your soul,
I'm pure,
unadulterated
strychnine!