state of confusion
Kiss Me You Fool!
How dear this potion de amore
from the hag who lived down the lane,
she spoke of Eros and Psyche
and the days of Venus’ reign.
She asked what I desired most
from my charming intended one,
of course it was his lasting kiss,
his heart I will finally have won.
She called upon the god Lupercus
a chill filled the dark, dank room,
and with my vial of purple potion
chased me out with a witch’s broom.
I paid a visit to my heart’s desire,
my purchase behind my back,
the only one home was his brother
the ugly one we called Jack.
Luck was not with me on this day,
he took the vial from my hand and drank,
and when he said “Kiss me, you fool!”
you can trust that my heart sank.
For just then my dear sweet prince
did waltz through the front door
the repulsive one was kissing me,
and my love was my love no more.
© 2000 Corinne Bailey