The Sad Witch

You wouldn? t believe in my new belle She flits and weaves a curious spell And under my skin is 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 into 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 That greet below the red, red lights They hold no sway with me, now she? s my intended The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen God is in my heart but tearing at the seams Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading Breathing new life into the sad witch And she promised me three wishes My only wish is she should remain here Poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame And she fooled me with her motherly gestures My only guess is she? s misguided Breathing new life into the sad witch And she promised me three wishes My only wish is she should remain in here A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame And she fooled me with her motherly gestures My only guess is she? s misguided And I don? t know, and I don? t want to know If she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns And I don? t know, and I don? t want to know If she floats or drowns, drowns drowns Drowns, drowns, drowns, drowns I'm breathing new life into my sad witch 'Cause only my sad witch wants to know I'm breathing new life into my sad witch 'Cause only my sad witch wants to know