Have I, without knowledge
Made a subtle pass at you
Or have the poses that are mine to strike then
Perhaps posed a threat to you?

Have I crossed the thin line now
That guards your un-enchanted barn
was it my simple friendliness
That stirred the peasants, causing this alarm?

Hänsel, call your soldiers back
This witch sticks to her gingerbread
Girlfriends, wives or fiancées
Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace

Such ugliness laid eyes on you
In conversation, plain to see
Your signals, clearly advertising
Stressing the obvious to me
Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much
To ask for, can't you just for once
Keep it in. Oh, please don't say it
Spare me your painful arrogance

Hänsel, call your soldiers back
This witch sticks to her gingerbread
Girlfriends, wives or fiancées
Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace

Say: Have I, without knowledge
Made a subtle pass at you
Or have the Poses that are mine
To strike then perhaps posed a threat to you?
Have I, out of saddest habit
Stared for too long at one spot?
Or has my silence been mistaken
For pondering on your private parts?

Hänsel, call your soldiers back
This witch sticks to her gingerbread
Girlfriends, wives or fiancées
Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace