| They say that I’m a witch
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| And that I weave a spell.
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| Well…
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| I use my eyes to invite you,
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| My lips to delight you
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| And all the charms of the feminine wiles to excite you
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| They say that I’m a witch,
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| and that I weave a spell
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| Well, I’ll be a son of a
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| I don’t know what
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| Wellll
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| Let me tell you brother
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| I’d rather be burned as a witch,
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| than never be burned at all.
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| I use my songs to entice you
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| with curses advise you
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| and all of my bags of tricks
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| to choose and rise you
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| They say that I’m a witch,
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| and that I weave a spell
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| Well, I’ll be a son of a
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| I don’t know what
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| Welllll
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| Let me tell you brother
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| I’d rather be burned as a witch,
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| than never be burned at all.
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| You want a gal who will be your pal,
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| who would never look at another
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| who would be good and true
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| and take care of you?
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| Sorry, you want another.
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| I use my charms to undo you
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| my arms to unglue you
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| and all of the hex
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| of the weaker sex
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| to voodoo you
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| Yes, they say that I’m a witch and that I weave a spell
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| Well, I’ll be a son of a?
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| I don’t know what
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| Wellll
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| Let me tell you brother
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| I’d rather be burned as a witch,
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| than never be burned at all.
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| If you want a love
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| who’s a turtle dove
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| who will bring you life’s little joys
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| Who is sweet and shy
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| with a gentle eye
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| I’ll take them in with the boys
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| I use my eyes to invite you,
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| My lips to delight you
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| and you never can tell
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| when I use my teeth to bite you
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| They say that I’m a witch,
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| and that I weave a spell
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| Well, I’ll be a son of a?
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| I don’t know what
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| Wellll
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| Let me tell you brother
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| I’d rather be burned as a witch,
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| than never be burned at all. |