A perfect doll, an angels sigh,
a change of heart, a velvet lie.
Oh how I want you with all of my heart, I am possessed I will not part.
you bring me pleasure you bring me pain.
Little Witch y
ou leave me free and still I’m chained.
you spend me fast yet I want more.
And her green eyes they draw me near,
I feel her warmth forget my fears.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a moth to a flame,
under her spell in love and hate.
Written and © Marco Abularach