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Witches cursing and besting each other

I stir the pot as you stir the pot

Curses and vexes galore

You stir the pot, so I stir the pot, I stir and stir some more

You make the pains, so I make the pains

We stir and stir some more

Witch against witch and bitch against bitch

Trying better than each other galore

Three times three, times three times three

We’re stirring and stirring some more

Never thinking of our convictions

The Hell we make for each other and what for?                                          

To prove each of us right, or each of us wrong

We stir and stir some more

Witch against witch and bitch against bitch

Trying better than before

I won’t stop and you won’t stop

So we stir and stir some more

Our lives change into darker things

Still we stir and stir some more

Our lives are fucked and our lives do suck

Yet we stir and stir some more

When do we stop, you whore?

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You’ve allowed me to imprison you

You must like pain if you still read my poisoned words

Always aimed at you

Always said in truth

Always breaking you, because you allow it

You allow it, because you sit and read

You sit and allow yourself to grieve

At the words I say to you

You are the fool

I am your cruel mistress

Because you allow it, submissive

You read it and I don’t make you

You’ve allowed me to imprison your mind

And I will always own you

As long as you still sit and read, sit and grieve

Even after I’ve disowned you

It’s true

It’s true

You’ve allowed me to imprison – YOU!

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or maybe it won’t be that way?

Someday I’ll win the lottery

Someday I’ll be rich

Someday I’ll be a millionaire

Then I’ll be a bitch

To my boss and enemies

I’ll show them what it’s like

To live life to the fullest

And do just what I like

Or maybe it won’t be that way?

Maybe I’ll sit back and behave

Drinking wine and on fine food dine

Cruising on soft waves

Someday I’ll win the lottery

Then everything will be alright

For money solves most things

Am I not right?

Or maybe it won’t be that way?

Maybe something will still be missing?

Will he love me truly, the new guy I will be kissing?

Let’s sit back and think this over

Maybe it’s not lucky rolling in clover?

Or maybe it won’t be that way?

Let’s put these tickets on and see if I’ll win today…

 

 

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