Under Your Spell

Under your spell

I lost myself

In your arms

I was influenced

Be my guide, I ask

Be my wife, you ask

Ooo

Ooo

Ooo

I looked

So in love

You looked

Enraptured

But it was only

The beginning

To a lonely end

To a lonely now

Ooo

Ooo

Ooo

Just the idea

Of moving on

Makes me sick

It makes me sick

Just the mere image

Of laying with another

Makes me sick

It makes me sick

Ooo

Ooo

Ooo