William P. Robertson: Music

The hands of all your clocks are broke
And those you set turn into smoke
You tarnish every star that shines
Your arms are poison ivy vines

You are a witch
A witch in pretty skin
Your eyes set fire to all you see (Chorus)
But baby you ain't burnin' me

Your heart's a giant wrecking ball
Your conversation is a squall
Your smile grows mold on all it touches
Cats and crows are in your clutches

(Chorus)

Your mini skirt commits a crime
Your hips create an evil rhyme
But though you're foxy, smoothe and sleek
With witchery your perfume reeks

You are a witch
A witch in pretty skin
Perverting love, love, love
Into a sin

This song is on the UNTIL DEATH DO IMPART audio book CD available through CDBaby.com