It was at a Ball, Frank, I can tell you that!
Oh we danced, if it was euphoric? Oh you can bet!
Her cold white gloves felt in my hand quite ghastly,
I ached for more but I never saw behind that mask,
Oh I was scared! Was it love or something sinister?
Can\'t remember, I only know the face of the singer,
But her gesture, the pose that I can only envy,
The soft voice of the devil that my will is bending,
And that it took for the masked woman to tame me,
I am aware that I am walking a plank, so let me be,
I know she is no good, but I simply cannot stop,
She is my greatest and only desire,
She is the hellish potion I require,
Can we blame the fiendish desires themselves?
If what I desire is the fiend\'s spouse herself?
But who am I to complain Frank?