Emilie Autumn Prick! Goes The Scorpions Tale
Black, black is love’s potion
We drink, we drink from its wells
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 fresh and green, my love
How quickly we forget the sting, my love
What a pretty and dangerous line, my love
What bitter yet delicious wine, my love
With a prick 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 were like wine as their fates intertwined
Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.
Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love
How quickly we forget the sting, my love
What a pretty and dangerous line, my love
What bitter yet delicious wine, my love
She offered her back white demurely
He climbed and they swam out to sea
She stroked at she smiled, and his stinger went wild
Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick!
Prick! Prick! Prick! Prick!
Prick! Prick! Prick!
Goes the scorpions tail.
Black, black is love’s potion.
Take heed, take heed of the thorns.
Don’t spring 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!
