Vampira

Chasing him out of the room with a knife in his side Telling the moon all is well as I turn back into me again Blood in my tea is it you or the leaves that intoxicates me I cannot tell, I am under your spell Under your spell Out on the road walking [?] near a hillside I spotted a car Seeing myself all is well they will never be seen again Blood in my teeth is it you could it be you that is in my disease I cannot tell I am under your spell Under your spell