[Intro] Do you know why I stay? Why I can’t leave? It’s not to please—it’s through fear of what witch you are. Black, I die. Red, I suffer. But I’ve got an inclination: you’re my little white witch. My *Strega Noni*. You’re here to help, and I felt your spell come over me. No mischief, no evil intent. [Verse 1] You don’t have to say a word. I feel it in the room. One look, and I’m under your spell— Like a match in a powder room: The flash, the boom, the disappearing broom. Little white witch, don’t ask me why I stay when I know I should run. It’s not for love, it’s not for show. It’s the pull of what you’ve done. [Chorus] My little white witch with that crooked stick, You make me laugh till I have a stitch. Your spells make me melt—no pain, no trick, Just the sweetest kind of magic, quick. [Verse 2] I’ve been told that only I can see your spells. That everyone else just thinks you’re a little strange, or very brave. Your actions, if studied, give your game away. Or does it take one to see one? The risk at first was mine: A roll of the dice, a double six, the luck of the draw. For you could’ve been black… or red. [Chorus] My little white witch with that crooked stick, You make me laugh till I have a stitch. Your spells make me melt—no pain, no trick, Just the sweetest kind of magic, quick. [Bridge] They say I’m lost, but I know the way, Through your shadows, I’ll find the day. Red or black, I’d still choose you, In your spell, I’m something new. No more fear, no more disguise— Just sunlight in your eyes. [Verse 3] Your secrets safe—my mouth is zipped. I’ll take them to the grave, and your other life Will be mine to enjoy, your spells, your tricks to treat. If only they knew how my white witch grew From a wish to see the sun rather than the rain. The gain was all mine. And you seem fine with these one-way spells. A wizard, I’m not. A mortal man, I am. [Chorus] My little white witch with that crooked stick, You make me laugh till I have a stitch. Your spells make me melt—no pain, no trick, Just the sweetest kind of magic, quick. [Outro] Spells in the light, Don't fright for you are my little white witch. (Post outro. The sound of a soft female voice laughing gently that fades)
