The Sad Witch - Hefner

You wouldn’t believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious spell

And under my skin there’s a place where she resides

Finding a release in prayers and psalms I will obey her articulate commands

She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget

Breathing new life in to the sad witch and she promised me three wishes and all

I wish is she should remain here

A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame and she fooled me with her

motherly gestures, my only guess is she’s misguided

The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red lights

Hold no sway with me now she’s my intended

The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart and

tearing at the seams

Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading

(and I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, if she floats or drowns,

if she floats or drowns.)