Emilie Autumn
Prick! Goes The Scorpion’s Tale
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 yet dangerous line, my love
What bitter yet delicious wine, my love
With a flick 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 poured 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 yet dangerous line, my love
What bitter yet delicious wine, my love
She offered her back quite demurely
He climbed, and they swam out to sea
She stroked, and she smiled, and his stinger went wild
Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick!
Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick!
Prick! Prick! Prick!
Goes the scorpion's tail
Black, black is love’s potion
Take heed, take heed of the thorns
Don’t scream 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