Yeah, sorceress women,
Don't need no hex
I need your sex,
But that ain't nothing but a feeling
She, follows nature, seduces religion and rides, nothing but a feeling
So, i let it percolate,
Absorb the hate,
The best control
Hot much like a teapot, distracts my senses
First she whistles and then she blows,
Away we go
Shot down but i'm winning,
Standing on
Circe's isle, a crazy bitch and a smile
When i wanted to leave,
She just go down on her knees and beg on
They circle slowly,
Shots for slaughter
When bloods adrift in the water
They do her bidding
So if i dare to swim there
It ain't nothing but a feeling
Held, like a hostage,
They chained her jeans
So tight it could break the skin
One song on repeat,
There will be no sleeping
With wild horses
In my bed oh, away we go
Shot down but i'm winning,
Standing on
Circe's isle, a crazy bitch and a smile
When i wanted to leave, she just goes down on her knees and beg on
Witches use red candles,
Songs made of metal
She knew i'm not that guy
That girl puy whiskey and rye
In her caldron
And i'm stuck and falling down
Oh, cut the cord,
Oh where we go,
Give me more
I'm dow and i'm jaded,
Addicted and craving
I'm fixed on her smile,
Hospelessly in denial
When i wanted to leave, she just go down on her knees and beg on
Cut the cord,
We already know
There can be no anticipating,
I'm stading on