My love sits like a curse

Voodoo from the past

I know that' I'm not a fool

Tied here to the mast

And every single day

Tight around my heart

No hope of cutting loose



Then he sings to me

So soft and sweet



Calumny calumny

Oh sweet calumny



I'm teased so by my love

Won't you let me rest in peace

His wheels go spinning round

A hundred miles at least

Torn, the petals drop

He picks them one by one

Testing out our love

By proving that it's gone



Then he sings to me

So soft and sweet



Calumny calumny

Oh sweet calumny



Calumny calumny

Oh sweet calumny



Then he sings to me

So soft and sweet



Calumny calumny

Oh sweet calumny

Calumny calumny

Oh sweet calumny

Calumny calumny

Oh sweet calumny