I was on the inside, looking out for you,
You were on the outside, looking in,
We were a witchy coven of white women,
We knew a lot about original sin,
We were protected by the police crime wave
Gangster computer with a bloodied touch,
There were so many of us
Or not enough,
Or, maybe, much, too much,
Too much, too much
I met you on Monday,
It was Friday night,
You were doin' alright cause it was Saturday night,
And we were night bitches, white witches,
We lived under the city,
We were doin' alright,
We ran around in circles, casting spells all night,
Terrorizing kids and causing a fire,
I put a spell on you,
You put a spell on me,
But though we just couldn't spell love without consulting a White,
She said:
"Some girls wish that they were teenage bitches,
Other girls wanna be lesbian witches,”
But I'm a wishy-washy,
A witchy-witchy,
I just wish, someone would wash me, when I get too mishy,
Now, we were married by the priestess all night,
Lesbian lovers till the day we die,
We were hot girls,
But we had a query:
If witch marries witch, which witch am I?
But every fairy-tale has to end some time, honey,
The chief of police, he wanted too much money,
Pulled up his britches,
Locked up a bunch of bitches,
Threw away the key, cause he thought it was funny,
So that's the story of how we found each other,
Living as witches in an L. A. cave,
We were rock stars,
Baby, we were white women,
We were trouble, trouble, trouble,
We just couldn't behave,
Now we just dancin' for the boys in the coast-guard,
Nobody knows we were once witches in love,
They treat us so bad,
Make us so sad,
We just cry, cry like a dove, cry like a dove,
But every now and then we get a reminder of
The days, when we could wrap ourselves in witchy, witchy love,
I go up on you,
You go down on me,
We go round, round, round,
And we strap on The Dirty Glove
Go to the store and now get us something good to eat, baby,
Microwave cheese Sashimi,
Cause it takes blood sugar
And lots of energy to shuffle your feet,
And go dancing with me tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
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