歌词
[Verse 1]
Do you think you'll die before it's night?
I won't let you lie, till you tell me I'm right
You better wish you may, better wish you might
This little wish made out of spite
[Verse 2]
And I'll never leave you alone
Till you admit how strong I've grown
I'll make a forest come out of a cone
And you'll be lost and never get home
[Verse 3]
You better pray to an angel for your soul to keep
Your body is mine and it's you that I'll reap
I'll make myself into a knife
So that the closer I get, the more I'll take your life
[Verse 4]
And I'll never leave you alone
Till you admit how big I've grown
Did I tell you I'm not your bitch on loan?
I'm a witch, an ugly hag, a crone
Written by: Mary Timony


