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