And I'm her bitch

Lyrics

[INTRO — Dirty fuzz guitar riff, stomping kick] Oh, Lord… Here we go again. Yeah, yeah… [VERSE 1] She came walking in at a quarter past ten Had a look in her eye like she’d been where I’d been Red on her lips, black on her nails Got a little bit of heaven and a whole lotta hell She took my hand, said, “Boy, come on” Woke up Sunday with my good sense gone Lost my keys, lost my mind Lost three whole days and a bottle of wine [PRE-CHORUS] Ooh, she got a hold on me Ooh, won’t let a poor boy be I tried to run, but I couldn’t quit Something about that woman just don’t fit [CHORUS — Big distorted guitar riff] Think my new chick is a witch Evil woman’s spells and shit If she’s the devil, she’s legit Think my new chick is a witch Got that black-cat, bad-luck kiss Got me hooked and I can’t resist One more taste and I’m in the ditch Think my new chick is a witch [GUITAR BREAK — Fuzz riff, drums pounding] Hey! Oh, come on! [VERSE 2] Got a black Cadillac and a crooked grin Says she don’t believe in original sin Keeps a little red bottle underneath her bed Says it’s just for sleeping, but it wakes up the dead My mama called, said, “Boy, beware” “That woman got the devil hiding in her hair” I said, “Mama, I know, but what can I do?” “She makes bad luck feel like something brand new” [PRE-CHORUS] Ooh, she got a hold on me Ooh, won’t let a poor boy be I sold my soul for a little bit Now I’m praying that she’ll never quit [CHORUS] Think my new chick is a witch Evil woman’s spells and shit If she’s the devil, she’s legit Think my new chick is a witch Got that black-cat, bad-luck kiss Got me hooked and I can’t resist One more taste and I’m in the ditch Think my new chick is a witch [BRIDGE — Drums drop out, low dirty guitar] She don’t need no broom She don’t need no spell She just walks into the room And I go straight to hell I ain’t looking for salvation I ain’t looking for a sign If the devil wants my number Tell her she’s already got mine [FINAL CHORUS — Full band, raw vocals] Think my new chick is a witch Evil woman’s spells and shit If she’s the devil, she’s legit Think my new chick is a witch Got that black-cat, bad-luck kiss Got me hooked and I can’t resist One more taste and I’m in the ditch Think my new chick is a witch [OUTRO — Repeated riff, distorted vocals] She’s a witch! (Yeah, she’s a witch!) She’s a witch! (And I’m her bitch!) Oh, Lord, ain’t that rich… Think my new chick is a witch. [Guitar riff cuts abruptly]