Witches of the past
Lead a funny life
Always being outcast
Often burnt alive
Pretty looks would make them sinners
In the times when mobs were winners
Gloomy days gone by,
Only few survived.
Now they live a normal life
Working nine-to-five
Feeling bushed of fuss and envy
Modern witches miss so badly
Happy times when they got on broomsticks
Leaving their worries behind
Ready to fly through the night
It was time to go wild with freedom
Crossing the star-lit sky
Witches were born to fly
Fly!
A cutie witch once bought a broom
But it wouldn’t start )))) Не завелась – наверно кЕтайская была))))
Then she tried a motorbike
To make flying smart
Broomsticks are a bit old-fashioned
Riding helps indulge your passion
On her bike she is never lonely
Breathing the air of the past
Under the star-lit sky
Cause it’s time to go wild with freedom
Dashing like hell through the night
Witches are born to ride)))
Ride)))
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