I Am a Witch

Do you think you'll die before it's late?

I won't let you lie till you tell me I'm right.

Better wish you may, better wish you might.

This little wish made out of spite.

And I'll never leave you alone

Till you admit how strong I've grown

I'll make a forest come out of a comb

And you'll be lost and never get home

You better pray to an angel for your soul to keep

Your body is mine, it's you that I'll reap

I'll turn myself into a knife

So that the closer I get the more I take your life

And I'll never leave you alone

Till you admit how strong I've grown

Did I tell you I'm not your bitch on loan?

I'm a witch, a hag, a crone.