Mischief Maker, soul taker;
Dirty little hell raiser.
Deceiver of fools, it's he who rules;
That crafty one with the catty grin.
Are you an angel?
Are you a devil?
Can I trust you, you cold hearted creature.
Scourge of heaven, my dear little wretch,
Oh how you dance on my nerves; my limits you stretch.
I detest you with all my soul!
Loathe you immensely--
Yet I love you all the same
Though it hurts to know
I am but a pawn in your little game