Calumny کے بول

My love sits like a curse Voodoo from the past I know that' I'm not a fool Tied here to the mast And every single day Tight around my heart No hope of cutting loose Then he sings to me So soft and sweet Calumny calumny Oh sweet calumny I'm teased so by my love Won't you let me rest in peace His wheels go spinning round A hundred miles at least Torn, the petals drop He picks them one by one Testing out our love By proving that it's gone Then he sings to me So soft and sweet Calumny calumny Oh sweet calumny Calumny calumny Oh sweet calumny Then he sings to me So soft and sweet Calumny calumny Oh sweet calumny Calumny calumny Oh sweet calumny Calumny calumny Oh sweet calumny