The Witching Hour

Don't try to hide it, I can read you like a book

I know your kind of girl

I can tell just by the way you look

So sweet and innocent but you're filthy inside out

I know you want it too

Gonna have my wicked ways with you

I want your love, come feel my body

I can't get enough

I need your touch, come closer to me

Come on, come on, come on

In the witching hour, I'm burning like a funeral pyre

Feel the power, in the dead of the night

I'm feeding on your love

You screams of pleasure and

Your make-up smothered face

You're nothing but a whore with your body on display

Not sweet or innocent but filthy inside out

Say that you want it too

Gonna love you black and blue