Virginia

Oh sweet Virginia, yeah she is a witch. I worship and adore her, dream of her lips. She's clutching a sacred heart; I can hear her calling me from afar. Oh but what can I see here? The flames are getting higher; it's some kind of a devil And he's smoking a briar... She's got me like a ball and chain Virginia, she's in my brain No, no, no Virginia she's in my brain So many times, you know, I tried to kiss her; And every time it felt like she could have been my sister. She climbs on a witch's broom Then she's sayin, "point me at the moon". Don't say I missed it, I can't resist it, Don't say she's not the one God made her my mistress Got me like a ball and chain Virginia she's in my brain No, no, no Virginia she's in my brain Everybody wants to know that girl, After midnight in Virginia's world The man on the moon, the man on the moon, He loves his children The man on the moon, The Beautiful child he called Virginia The man on the moon, the man on the moon, He Loves Virginia... ah Virginia is a witch! Virginia is a witch! Virginia is a witch! Her mother is a witch! Beware! Virginia is a witch!