The Witch

The witch is looking through my window Her cold breath on the window pane The witch is eating watermelon The pips she'll try to rearrange And I'm all alone Waiting for someone To come on home To come on home To come on home To come on home To come on

There was an old witch Used to live in this house Traveling havoc both north and south Old witch living In a post and beam house And now I'm making it mine Spirits in the rafters Creak of old wood And what if the banshee is alive and should Come back

Say there's a girl Who's new in town Well, you better watch out now Or she´ll put you down 'cause she's an evil chick Say she's the witch. She got a long black hair And a big black car I know what you're thinking But you won't get far She gonna make