A woman is not a mute doll that simply looks pretty 
-- Do you understand that, my love?

We're not simply tools to satisfy your foolish pride 
-- Isn't it selfish to have another at night?

If I cinch your throat, it's natural you'd stop breathing  
-- Has the moon driven you mad?

But it can't be helped, can it? It's because I loved you 
-- Why have the stars driven me mad?

A red dress, red heels, red lipstick, a red rose 
She turned the heads of every passing man... 
In her left hand was a bouquet, in her right was a promise 
There was no stopping the impulse to run...

We match, don't we? Now we match... ah, I'm so happy... 
Your white shirt is now a brilliant scarlet 
We match, don't we? Now we match... ah, I'm so happy...