Witch Witch Witchhess

Oh, it's on a broom, she's casting doom
Twisting beauty into gloom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Flying high under the moon, casting spells dark as noon
Ah, yeah, ha

Witch, witch, witchhess
Pretty flowers, now they rot
Her magic touch, it leaves a blot
Sparkle turns to shadows creep
What was bright, she makes it deep

Witch, witch, witchhess
Pretty flowers, now they rot
Her magic touch, it leaves a blot
Sparkle turns to shadows creep
What was bright, she makes it deep

Witch, witch, witchhess
Witch, witch, witchhess, on us
Witch, witch, witchhess, on us
Witch, witch, witch, witchhess

Pretty flowers, now they rot
Her magic touch, it leaves a blot
Sparkle turns to shadows creep
What was bright, she makes it deep
Witch, witch, witchhess

Everything she sees, she twist
Waiting hands, she throws a fist
Cast a curse, make it worse
In her past, she'll lose the hearse

Charming faces turned to stone
When she flies? She flies alone
Spits turn into net
Beauty fades in her dark life

Witch, witch, witchhess
Witch, witch, witchhess, witches, on us
First, glad she cast spell
But things don't stand too well
We're so hungry, look at soon
This was cold, now it's new