Do I linger like an itch?
On your mouth or fingertips
Until your nails are scratching blood
But I warned you I’m no good
Maybe I’m just a witch?
In your head and on your lips
Until you’re sinking in my mud
And your land is mine to flood
Perhaps you like the taste?
Of my poison, drunk on haste
Until you’re dizzy with my spell
Can’t you see that you’re in hell?
And how I longed to be embraced
My hips swaying soft unchaste
Until my name your soul must yell
As you bid your world farewell
Enchanted by a witch?
Or just a crazy fucking bitch?