The Witch

Woke up in the morning
fell out of bed
recall me what I'm dreaming
makes me sad
my face looks like a switchboard
operator takes my hand
he turns it till my eyes do flash
that's never the end.
It's like a bad dream
bein' a money making machine.

My legs as long as pipelines
miles away my feet.
My muscles don't obey my head
don't know how to treat
people try to milk my breast
produces a stream of money honey everything
they like to have in their dream.

It's like a bad dream
bein' a money making machine.