You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud.
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd.
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul?
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control!
This fire in my skin
Is turning me to sin