My face was in despair, looked like a nightmare
One night I was wasted and she appeared.
Don't no why it was, the reason or the cause
All I know is, my acne quickly cleared.

Repairing what was wrong, suddenly she was gone
Just foot prints upon my dusty floor.
I know that she was here, my mind still isn't clear
Was it last week or the week before?

--Harlot of darkness, witch of my dreams
voodoo sorceress, my necromancer.
--She torments my very soul it seems
shadow priestess, my midnight dancer.

I'm searching, this is true, with a drawing of you
And it seems you are the one for me.
Spells that you have cast are constantly a task
It is your love that will set me free.

As days turn into nights, I'm under city lights
My sorceress floats there above.
To keep on, I must try, to find the reason why
I'm hopelessly, helplessly in love.

--Harlot of darkness, witch of my dreams
voodoo sorceress, my necromancer.
--She torments my very soul it seems
shadow priestess, my midnight dancer.

And just the other day, my account went astray
The bank called and all my money's gone.
I don't know where it went or when it had been spent
All I know is, that witch done me wrong.

Now I'm back off track, my acne has come back
And anger replaced the love I had.
When I find that bitch, I'll pour water on that witch
'Cause melting her, can't be all that bad.

That's right Broom-Hilda, melting you can't be all that bad!
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Beware of rainbows and falling houses, my love.