She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she’s in love with you
With you—whatcha gonna do?
She’s some kind of demon dusting in the flue
If you don’t watch out she’ll stick to you
To you—what kind of fool are you?
C Strange brew, killing what’s inside of you
In a boat in the middle of a raging sea
She will make a scene for it all to be ignored
And wouldn’t you be bored?—C