I asked my love for a bit of sugar, a cup of ginger

A taste of honey and a drop of lemon

Just a drop of lemon

A drop of lemon

He said to me

Only a drop of lemon?

But don’t you know

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The best kisses are always bitter

His love stung to the bone

Down to the bone

His love reminded me

Of my childhood home

My childhood home

Nothing stirred in the walls

The only life

Were the ghastly images

Of ghosts in the halls

Oh, what secrets these rooms could tell

These rooms could tell

These rooms could tell

When I gave him my heart

It was the day I fell

I fell, I fell, I fell

Mmmm…mmmm…mmmm…

I fell…

In love with The Devil of Hell

I asked my love for a bit of sugar, a cup of ginger

A taste of honey and a drop of lemon

Just a drop of lemon

A drop of lemon

He said to me

Only a drop of lemon?

But don’t you know

The best kisses are always bitter

Always bitter

Always bitter

Mmmm…mmmm…mmmm…