By Sting

you may consider me the young apprentice
caught between the scylla and charibdes
hypnotized by you if i should linger
staring at the ring on your finger
i have only come here seeking knowledge
things they wouldn\’t teach me in college
i can see the destiny you sold
turned into a shining band of gold

i\’ll be wrapped around your finger
i\’ll be wrapped around your finger
i\’ll be wrapped around your finger

mephistopheles is not your name
but i know what you\’re up to just the same
i will listen hard to your tuition
and you will see it come to its fruition

i\’ll be wrapped around your finger
i\’ll be wrapped around your finger
i\’ll be wrapped around your finger

devil and the deep blue sea behind me
vanish in the air you\’ll never find me
i will turn your face to alabaster
then you will find your servant is your master

and you\’ll be wrapped around my finger…