Cause I'm yours, yours, yours, anyhow.

J'veux écouter cette chanson toute la journée, m'en imprégner, sentir les sons s'infiltrer dans mes tympans, je veux deviner chaque parole et laisser le morceau continuer dans ma boîte crânienne. Je veux l'aimer jusqu'à me masturber dessus, et lui demander de me faire l'amour sur ce morceau, je veux lui souffler chaque parole entre chaque allers et retours.


(I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'.
No.

I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.



I put a spell on you
Lord ! Lord ! Lord...
'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, yours, yours, yours !

I can't stand your foolin' around.
If I can't have you,
No one will !
I love you, you, you ! I love you. I love you. I love you !
I love you, you, you !

I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.)