You wait right here ’til all the lights are gone
Then I’ll be here and take you on
Shut up and hear the noise your closet brings
Turns up the volume of your fear
Witches! Witches! Witches we are!
Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are!
Witches! Witches! Witches we are!
Flyin’, cursin’, making trouble, we are!
You read and write to keep off your sight
From the closet on your right
Collapse in fright, oh how you hate those nights
But to dispose you’ll have to fight
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Oh look at that little boy now
Hijackin’ our brooms but how?
Takes off to the fairy-world
Never able to return
Thus becoming one of us
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