Here's the Witch

He said I was trouble, said I cast a spell. Burned all my

bridges, but baby, oh well. Every little whisper, every little trick.

Honey, I look good in black, real slick. Pulled out the

broom, left the hurt behind. Took every heartbreak, turned it to

shine. Yeah, I've been called worse than a curse or two.

But tonight I'm owning what they say I do. They say I'm a storm,

I say I'm the rain. Honey, your loss is my champagne.

Lighting up candles, baby, poof, I'm free. A little hex