Pardon me if I do say,
but I’ve been feeling especially witchy
with a broom and a hat
and a red leather coat that
shines with the blood of my enemies.
Oh, but I’m nice
and I’m kind.
Just don’t cross my path
’cause there’s power and strength
in the cackle, the laugh
of the girl who knows all feared things
And I want to be the girl that makes you love
all things magical.