Oh joy, today has gone just as I planned.
And now you're in the palm of my hand.
I'm known here as a witch
Who's evil, mad, and rich.
It seems that you have broken my law:
You've got some shoes belonging to me, myself, and moi.
And now you seek my broom,
An act of suicide
I would presume.
Dear children,
Tell me why you want to spoil my day.
You've come so far to steal my pride away.
If only you had known the things I do
To people like you. Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.
I'm rather fond of poking new holes.
My iron maiden's hungry for souls.
And whips I can't deny:
The classics never die.
Dear children,
Tell me why you want to spoil my day.
You've come so far to steal my pride away.
If only you had known the things I do
To people like you. Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.
Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.
Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh. Ooh-ooh.

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