Please do not follow me as I have no love to give thee. I’ll steal your heart, make you poor; there will be nothing left that’s for sure. Where roses and white lilies grow, I’ll bury them under the coldness of snow. You will be a moment’s ornament in my life, but never will you be my wife. My perfume holds delight, but I’ll tread on you in the night. You are a wild flower filled with passion, Hold true to your heart, style your own fashion. If you follow me and take your chances, you will end up on black skeleton branches. Never dance with a married man. He will rob you of your soul while kissing your hand.