I thought that I had will until she smiled.
I always learned to act after I think. 
But she empowered what I so reviled,
She’s my enchantment; she’s my weakest link. 

I thought my nimble mind made me immune. 
I planned to love along the way I think. 
Rapacious needs of her my siren tune,
She’s my enchantment; she’s my weakest link. 

My character would bear the love I bore. 
I’d heed the warnings that my mind would think. 
The hope to earn her love I couldn’t ignore. 
She’s my enchantment; she’s my weakest link. 

I’ll not again be as strong as I think. 
Her undelivered love my weakest link.