My Witch

Loveable, she’s good and bad
Mess around and you been had
Got a key and the master switch
She’s my witch
She’s my witch
Got hair that’s black as night
Got a skirt that’s a-ooh so tight
Telling you I got an itch
In front of a mirror in a semi-darkened room
Standing on the inside of a circle of a ground dry seahorse
Light all of the candles
Sway side to side
Repeat your name 99 times
a conditional part of witchcraft
for three nights
One
It never fails