Id Rather Be Burned As a Witch

They say that I’m a witch
And that I weave a spell.
Well…
I use my eyes to invite you,
My lips to delight you
And all the charms of the feminine wiles to excite you
They say that I’m a witch,
and that I weave a spell
Well, I’ll be a son of a
I don’t know what
Wellll
Let me tell you brother
I’d rather be burned as a witch,
than never be burned at all.
I use my songs to entice you
with curses advise you
and all of my bags of tricks
to choose and rise you
They say that I’m a witch,
and that I weave a spell
Well, I’ll be a son of a
I don’t know what
Welllll
Let me tell you brother
I’d rather be burned as a witch,
than never be burned at all.
You want a gal who will be your pal,
who would never look at another
who would be good and true
and take care of you?
Sorry, you want another.
I use my charms to undo you
my arms to unglue you
and all of the hex
of the weaker sex
to voodoo you
Yes, they say that I’m a witch and that I weave a spell
Well, I’ll be a son of a?
I don’t know what
Wellll
Let me tell you brother
I’d rather be burned as a witch,
than never be burned at all.
If you want a love
who’s a turtle dove
who will bring you life’s little joys
Who is sweet and shy
with a gentle eye
I’ll take them in with the boys
I use my eyes to invite you,
My lips to delight you
and you never can tell
when I use my teeth to bite you
They say that I’m a witch,
and that I weave a spell
Well, I’ll be a son of a?
I don’t know what
Wellll
Let me tell you brother
I’d rather be burned as a witch,
than never be burned at all.