[intro] Witch, witch, witch What a bitch! Witch, witch, witch Come scratch her itch… Witch, witch, witch Gonna make you twitch, Which kind of witch are you? [verse] She starts her day at the lily pond Where she whips out her magic wand Bending down to kiss some frogs Inspecting each and every log [verse] She flies around with her familiar A black kitty named cunna-linga She’s sure to make her kitty purr When she strokes that shiny fur [chorus] A witches work is never done Trapping men in her cauldron of fun She makes it boil, she makes it bubble Now they’re all in for trouble [bridge] She makes potions to enslave their souls Trying to achieve her lofty goals She’ll seduce them and drain them dry Lured by her ruby lips that drip with lies When the moon is full up in the sky Ringed red, on her broom she flies Seeking new victims to feed upon She dances naked until the dawn [chorus] A witches work is never done Trapping men in her cauldron of fun She makes it boil, she makes it bubble Now they’re all in for trouble [verse] The sun rises, she seeks her bed Her lips and thighs are sore and red She devoured them, and gave them head And now there must surely all be dead [outro] The witch will get you, lest you beware So cross her path if you dare She prays on men, as she must To quench the witches insatiable lust [fade] Witch, witch, witch What a bitch! Witch, witch, witch Come scratch her itch… Witch, witch, witch Gonna make you twitch, Which kind of witch are you? [copyright © 2026 Kiki Kutie — unauthorized use or reproduction is prohibited]
