I am a dream rebel, a bodiless soul I am a verbal irritator, quite excellent I could wheedle out a blue moon of you A sin of a nun, courageous plans Of a suicide and a sunny place I'm not soul stealer, I'm not the killer I'm not entitled to take no matter how much I wish to I am the imp of desire, the mirror of wishes A humble illusion, so unexpected Now and then here and gone That's my rule - not giving myself out! I've eaten another fruit of the forbidden tree Nothing bad happened at the very moment, just immediate pleasure The minor offences help me feel alive At the end of the day I'm grateful to all my mischieving I'm not soul stealer, I'm not the killer I'm not entitled to take no matter how much I wish to I am the imp of desire, the mirror of wishes A humble illusion, so unexpected Now and then here and gone That's my rule - not giving myself out!