In my real tale, I say:
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
who is the craziest of them all?
Might be me?
Because I keep forgetting
that I've been hurt before
by kisses and fusses.
Every time I see you, my friend,
I feel the gothic sparkle
of love and fear.
I feel:
the foolish pump of my heart,
a volcanic tremble in my stomach
and the unique joy of being the vision
that pleases you.
And I really care to!
Is it a nightmare or a dream
we have to live?
Feeling attracted by a danger so sweet.
You're someone my inner can't forget.
Yes I know I told you to go.
Somehow, I'll manage to seduce you back.