Lyrics
Black cat looks real mean, looks can be deceiving,
You old broomstick long and lean can sweep us round the ceiling,
You work alone, you like it that way, no
Competition to be misdealing,
Don't thumb a ride on your own, black cats
Don't like the teasing.
You're a friendly witch, having fun, mixing up your spells in the kitchen,
to give to some one, I've seen what you can do, At times you know it looks misleading.
You've cooked up a book of spells, That can move the devil out of hell.
Come on and listen to me, I want that you should know, you're the only woman that's taught me all the spells I know, You took me in, in to your school,
After a while you know I'm a catching up on you, I had you down all wrong your not a witch at-all,
You just like mixing it up, you just like mixing it up, you just like mixing it up, in the kitchen, just having a ball,
Oh looks can be deceiving, you know looks can be deceiving, Oh how deceiving.
5 minutes (J B Price)
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