Letras: Loch Lomond. Witchy.

turn your head to the side so I can fill your ears with tin foil and wax
tie your arm to my arm so we can make our plans for this slow, slow weekend
i?m a curse i?m a curse i?m a curse on you
you?re a joy you?re a joy you?re a joy to me
you?re in love you?re in love you?re in love
silver dollars on my little eyes
wash my face free of dirt
lie beside my side and sleep
i?m a curse i?m a curse i?m a curse on you
you?re a joy you?re a joy you?re a joy to me
i am a witch i am a witch i?m a witch