I was drivin' down the road and I picked up a man of ethos
Well I've never seen a man who looked so down and out
He said 'Beware the Witch's promise, beware the lutine bell
Beware the Witch's promise and you'll do well'

Well he told of a girl who captured him completely
As she took him by the hand and slowly closed the door
She said 'I gave the Witches promise
No more Witch's spell
Put your trust in me
And know me well'

She said

I did not have a wishing well
I did not have a song to sell
I did not have a life till I met you
And if I had a hundred lives
I'd give them all if I could lie beside you
And comfort you
Oh yes, this I'll do
Oh beware...

I did not have a wishing well
I did not have a song to sell
I did not have a life till I met you
And if I had a hundred lives
I'd give them all if I could lie beside you
And comfort you
And this I'll do
For I am you