You wouldn't believe in my new belle
She flits and weaves a curious spell
And under my skin there's a place where she resides
Finding a release in prayers and psalms
I will obey her articulate commands
She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget
Breathing new life in to the sad witch
And she promised me three wishes
My only wish is she should remain here
A poisonous saint with a brittle crippled frame
And she fooled me with her motherly gestures
My only guess is she's misguided
The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs
The greet below the red, red lights
Hold no sway with me now she's my intended
The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen
God is in my heart and tearing at the seams
Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading
And all I wish is she should remain here
And my only guess is she's misguided
And my only wish is she should remain here
And my only guess is she should remain here
And I don't know
And I don't want to know
If she floats or drowns
If she floats or drowns, drowns, drowns...
And only my sad witch wants to know