The Sad Witch

You wouldn? t believe in my new belle
 She flits and weaves a curious spell
 And under my skin is 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 into the sad witch
 And she promised me three wishes
 My only 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
 They hold no sway with me, now she? s my intended
 The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen
 God is in my heart but tearing at the seams
 Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading
 Breathing new life into the sad witch
 And she promised me three wishes
 My only wish is she should remain here
 Poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame
 And she fooled me with her motherly gestures
 My only guess is she? s misguided
 Breathing new life into the sad witch
 And she promised me three wishes
 My only wish is she should remain in here
 A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame
 And she fooled me with her motherly gestures
 My only guess is she? s misguided
 And I don? t know, and I don? t want to know
 If she floats or drowns, if she floats or drowns
 And I don? t know, and I don? t want to know
 If she floats or drowns, drowns drowns
 Drowns, drowns, drowns, drowns
 I'm breathing new life into my sad witch
 'Cause only my sad witch wants to know
 I'm breathing new life into my sad witch
 'Cause only my sad witch wants to know