But, in the end, a kiss is just a kiss; I have no time for love, or seasoned lips.

So I'll be your queen if you'll be my king,My knight to defend my claimed heart.I need no crown, just your last name and a ringAnd the promise you'll never depart.

Some men call her cyanideFor she'll cause and take your pain.To others she's the devilOr the quest for true love's bane,And, to those less lucky,She's called their ball and chain.