Don’t Blame the Potion [Intro: low, breathy spoken vocal] Two drops. No—four. Come closer, darling. Don’t look scared. [Verse 1] Midnight dripping from our lips, Black lace riding on our hips. Grim root, newt’s eye, swamp-fire smoke— One little taste and your halo broke. You wrote your name into the wax, Watched us smile and didn’t turn back. Now your eyes are saying, “Give me more.” Baby, what’d you come here for? [Pre-Chorus] You wanted danger. You wanted heat. You wanted temptation Moving to the beat. So name your poison, Tell us what you crave. One night in heaven— One dance to misbehave. [Chorus] Don’t blame us. Don’t blame the potion. Your own desire Put it in motion. Spells, drinking, dancing, Hell inside the room. We’re the hottest troublemakers Underneath the moon. Don’t blame us. You wanted the fire. We only gave a little magic To your wicked desire. [Verse 2: female guest] Hey, bartender, pour it slow. She knows exactly where she wants to go. Floating through the smoke in her good black boots, Pulled toward the one she came here to seduce. She said, “I’m behaving.” [Lead] Baby, please. [Guest] His hands found her waist Like they knew where to be. One kiss. One spark. One beautiful mistake. [Both] Don’t blame the witches For the trouble that you make. [Chorus] Don’t blame us. Don’t blame the potion. Your own desire Put it in motion. Spells, drinking, dancing, Hell inside the room. We’re the hottest troublemakers Underneath the moon. Don’t blame us. You wanted the fire. We only gave a little magic To your wicked desire. [Bridge: half-time, intimate spoken exchange] Was it the clove? Maybe the smoke. Was it the moon? Oh, baby—who knows? The potion plants no hunger; It only makes it burn. We didn’t make you want it— We just made you take your turn. [Final Chorus] Don’t blame us. Don’t blame the potion. Your own desire Put it in motion. Hot breath, dark magic, Hell across the room. We’re the wicked little trouble Howling at the moon. Don’t blame the witches. Don’t blame the night. You brought the hunger, darling— We just brought it to life. [Outro: whispered] Two drops. No—four. You’ll be back.
