Woorden: Purebloods (The). Other. Lucius.

Is it your long, blonde hair, or your withering stare that makes me care for you?
I thought I never would dare, but now I don?t have a prayer, ?cause, baby, I?m the one for you.

From your head to your toes and those Victorian clothes, I?ve got a feeling so supreme.
And though you walk with a cane and not a bit like John Wayne, oh, baby, you?re my wildest dream.

Lucius, Lucius, though you?re not too much fun
Oh, but Lucius, Lucius, I know you are the one.

I?ve never felt love like this, and from our very first kiss, I knew that we were meant to be.
?Though we?re both purebloods, and so that makes us cousins, you know.
I know you are the one for me.
Just think and you will see.
We?re purebloods history!
Yeah