When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That it's strange So strange
You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see Some old soul look over Her shoulder at me And she's strange Sure she's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch
When I look out my window What do you think I see When I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange Sure it's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Rabbits run in the ditch Oh Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch
Yeah yeah yeah Be the season of the witch Yeah yeah yeah Be the season of the witch Yeah yeah yeah Season of the witch Season of the witchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
