| I was on the inside looking out for you
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| You were on the outside looking in
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| We were a witchy coven of white women
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| We knew a lot about a regional sin
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| We were protected by the police crime wave
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| Gangster computer with a bloodied touch
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| There were so many of us
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| Or not enough
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| Or maybe much too much
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| TOO MUCH! |
| TOO MUCH!
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| I met you on a Monday
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| It was Friday night
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| You were doin' alright cause it was Saturday night
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| and we were night bitches, white witches
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| We lived under the city
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| We were doin' alright
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| We ran around in circles casting spells all night
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| Terrorizing kids and causing a fight
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| I put a spell on you
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| You put a spell on me
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| Though we just couldn’t spell love without consulting a white
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| She said
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| Some girls wished to think were teenage bitches
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| Other girls wanna be lesbian witches
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| But I’m wishy washy
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| Or wishy wishy
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| I just wish someone would watch me when I get too witchy now
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| We were married by the priestess all night
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| Lesbian lovers till the day we die
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| We were hot girls
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| But we had a query
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| If which marries witch which witch am I
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| But every fairy tale has to end some time honey
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| The chief of police, he wanted too much money
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| Pulled up his britches
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| Like up a bunch of bitches
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| Threw away the key cause he thought it was funny
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| So that’s the story of how we found each other
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| Living as witches in a and L.A. cave
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| We rock stars
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| Baby, We were white women
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| We were trouble, trouble, trouble
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| We just couldn’t behave
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| Now were just dancin' for the boys in the coast guard
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| Nobody knows we were once witches in love
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| They treat us so bad
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| Makes us so sad
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| We just cry, cry like when doves cry like a dove
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| But every now and then we get a reminder of
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| The days when we could wrap ourselves in witchy, witchy love
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| I go up on you
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| You go down on me
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| We go round, round, round
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| And we strap on the dirty glove
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| Go to the store and now get us something good to eat baby
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| Microwave cheese sashimi
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| Cause it takes blood sugar
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| and lots of energy to shuffle your feet
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| And go dancing with me tonight
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| Tonight!
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| Tonight!
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| Tonight! |