We will go to church on Sundays, What a life we'll lead. Mum and Dad will come on Mondays, Tuesdays, we will read. Wednesdays, we'll go out and have a snack, Thursdays, I will sew. Fridays, we'llhelp Mum and Dad to pack, Saturdays, they'll go. Every star that's in the sky Will belong to Bill and I. She's a witch, she's a witch! She's a dull and boring bitch! I would like to wring her neck and dump her body in a ditch. She's as lifeless as a slab; She's repulsive, she is drab. She's a witch! Evil witch! She's a witch, she's a witch! She's enough to make you twitch. If you put her on a broom you couldn't tell which witch is which. She is dreadful, she is vile. And one day I swear that I'll Kill the witch, cowing witch! He will love and cherish me. Oh, how sweet our life will be We will go to church... (etc.) (Counter melody) She's a witch, she's a witch! She's a wicked ice-cold bitch! I could plug her in a socket and then quickly pull the switch. How I hate her virgin lips, Hope she chokes on orange pips. What a bitch! Rotten witch! She's a witch, she's a witch! She's enough to make you itch. And one day I'll plan her murder; it will go without a hitch. When her neck is in the noose I will chuck some orange juice At the witch, cowing witch! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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