In-between the fever for a fix
Comes the flashes over a cauldron mix
A witch’s chant to sirens scream
Of a melody seriating, calling of all of me
Whilst I creep in for a better view
She catches me in that thick witches brew
She dances around in her cloak of scarlet
So seductive in my heart and still upon it
She pours the mix that makes me beg
For more of her, a deep seep in my head
Closer I’m drawn into her kiss whipped coven
The hot fire flashes of a witch’s oven
And to tell the truth I’m a witch’s man
Cause I sat my ass right down in her pan
So I write these words to my Bathwater Witch
To say happy Halloween and I need a fix