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