Drunk on Mead

My lord, this girl has something over me.  
Was it a prayer or something evil that I just can't see.  
She had me mesmerized at night  
and traumatized by the morning.  
Burglarized if she wanted, but my money is still intact in my wallet.  
Cinderella has nothing on you.  
To me she's like a fine mead and I'm a drunken Winnie the Pooh.  
You must be Bell because I'm your Beast just covered in tattoos.  
I'm still trying to figure out what it is truly that you do?  
Love potion number 9? Or how your hips sway when you walk in those shoes.  
Miss Mathematician I'm glad you've taken one and turned it into two.