Well, my goodness me!
What could this be?
What's this strange feeling in my chest?
I feel oddly dizzy when you call me in.
What feeling is this to be confessed?
Why am I sometimes at a loss of words
When I am around that boy?
Oh yes, I know, it sounds so absurd
But that "brat" fills me with sheer joy.
Well, my goodness me!
What could this be?
Why must I love your presence?
When one day I know, I'll be your death.
From your body, I'll steal your life essence.
I can't stop fate written in a bond,
But at times, I wish it would change.
The thought of ME, a DEMON no less,
Falling in love is strange.
I'd be the laughing-stock in the depths of hell.
How funny indeed it is,
For an agent of darkness, a fallen angel
To want to be ONLY his.
Well, my goodness me!
What could this be?
Is it that I NEED him to thrive?
I didn't ask to fall in love
With the last of Phantomhive's.
