@ARTIST: Hefner
@SONG:   The Sad Witch

   You wouldnt believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious
   spell,
   And under my skin theres 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 in to the sad witch and she promised me three
   wishes and all I 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 shes misguided.
   The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red
   lights,
   Hold no sway with me now shes my intended.
   The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart
   and tearing at the seams,
   Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading.
   (and I dont know, and I dont want to know, if she floats or drowns, if
   she floats or drowns.)
   (We thought this should have been a single, but what would we know?
   Were just the band.)