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Is it your long, blonde hair, or your withering stare that makes me care for you? I thought I never would dare, but now I don't have a prayer, 'cause, baby, I'm the one for you. From your head to your toes and those Victorian clothes, I've got a feeling so supreme. And though you walk with a cane and not a bit like John Wayne, oh, baby, you're my wildest dream. Lucius, Lucius, though you're not too much fun Oh, but Lucius, Lucius, I know you are the one. I've never felt love like this, and from our very first kiss, I knew that we were meant to be. 'Though we're both purebloods, and so that makes us cousins, you know. I know you are the one for me. Just think and you will see. We're purebloods history! Yeah From Letras Mania