Oh, joy, today's gone just as I planned
And now you're in the palm of my hand
I'm known here as a witch
Who's evil, mad and rich

It seems that you have broken my law
You've got some shoes belonging to me, myself and moi
And now you seek my broom
An act of suicide, I would presume

Dear children, tell me why you want to spoil my day
You've come so far to steal my pride away
If only you would know the things I do to people like you

I'm rather fond of poking you holes
My iron maiden's hungry for souls
And whips I can't deny
The classics never die

Dear children, tell me why you want to spoil my day
You've come so far to steal my pride away
If only you had known the things I do to people like you