Strange Brew

She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she’s in love with you
With you--whatcha gonna do?
She’s some kind of demon dusting in the flue
If you don’t watch out she’ll stick to you
To you--what kind of fool are you?
C Strange brew, killing what’s inside of you
In a boat in the middle of a raging sea
She will make a scene for it all to be ignored
And wouldn’t you be bored?--C