A taste of dark nightshade to put you to sleep
A kiss on the forehead for goodnight
You might be an angel with tears in your eyes
Telling me the glory of your life

I can see trouble ahead when you wake up one morning
Sick of your own sweet perfume
I can see trouble ahead but I won’t say a word
I’ll just nod off along with you
Only way I can be true

I was invited and then you were gone
Resurrected off in a dark corner
You might be the devil, the way you roll back your eyes
Tell me the story of your life

I can see trouble ahead…

Oh you beautiful thing let me touch your skin gently
I promise I won’t take advantage
I wouldn’t know how
Oh this maddening taste I know I’m your possession
Don’t know the reason for my pride
And the evening is slipping away

A taste of dark nightshade to put you to sleep
A kiss on the forehead
Goodnight

I can see trouble ahead…