The Witching Hour

don't try to hide it. i can read you like a book

i know your kind of girl

i can tell just by the way you look

so sweet and innocent but you're filthy inside out

i know you want it too

gonna have my wicked ways with youpre-chorus

i want your love. come feel my body

i can't get enough

i need your touch, come closer to me

come on, come on, come onchorus

in the witching hour. i'm burning like a funeral pyre

feel the power, in the dead of the night

i'm feeding on your loveyou screams of pleasure and

your make-up smothered face

you're nothing but a whore with your body on display

not sweet or innocent but filthy inside out

say that you want it oo

gonna love you black and blue