It sounds just like a scream

I don’t know what you mean

Your witchcraft’s all around me

In your ragged pagan scene



You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like

I float just like a bubble

Heading for a spike



All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave

We’ll never make it out alive to join

The witches’ rave



You’d like to see him suffer

For you fantasy and thrill

He fell sick while we made love

He’s out there, somewhere, still



Oh I feel the spell that you have cast, hot, pink, nasty

Bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal



I can’t help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

I can’t help from looking

Outside for a guarantee



Hey! I try to keep all hidden

When you come around

Oh, no! The sight of broomsticks

Sliding on the ground

You’re levitating something

'Cause I feel so collectible



We’re all lying natural

He’s watching from a window up above

I see he loves you, I’ll bring you closer



Something in my fate says it’s not right for me

Tell me

Am I cursed or am I blessed?

I can't tell, oh yes!

'Cause all is well between the breasts of

Passenger and slave

I’ll never make it out alive to join

The witches’ rave



I can't help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

I can't help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

I can't help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

I can't help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

I can't help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

I can't help from looking

Outside for a guarantee

For a guarantee


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