The Witching Hour

don't try to hide it. i can read you like a booki know your kind of girli can tell just by the way you lookso sweet and innocent but you're filthy inside outi know you want it toogonna have my wicked ways with youpre-chorusi want your love. come feel my bodyi can't get enoughi need your touch, come closer to mecome on, come on, come onchorusin the witching hour. i'm burning like a funeral pyrefeel the power, in the dead of the nighti'm feeding on your loveyou screams of pleasure andyour make-up smothered faceyou're nothing but a whore with your body on displaynot sweet or innocent but filthy inside outsay that you want it oogonna love you black and blue