Go on...and curse me if you must,
'cause anyway my heart's all rust.
It knows no notion of devotion
and tears run through it like an ocean.
Of course the curse can be worse if you just

give me a sip of that sweet potion,
enchant me in hopeless emotion,
burn down my lust, turn me to dust,
open my soul and steal my trust,
Call out my name and love me in slow motion!