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Oh sweet Virginia, yeah she is a witch. |
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I worship and adore her, dream of her lips. |
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She's clutching a sacred heart; |
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I can hear her calling me from afar. |
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Oh but what can i see here? |
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The flames are getting higher; it's some kind of a devil |
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And he's smoking a briar... |
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She's got me like a ball and chain |
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Virginia, she's in my brain |
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So many times, you know, i tried to kiss her; |
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And every time it felt like she could have been my sister. |
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She climbs on a witch's broom |
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Then she's sayin, "point me at the moon". |
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Don't say i missed it, i can't resist it, |
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Don't say she's not the one |
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God made her my mistress |
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She's got me like a ball and chain |
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Virginia she's in my brain |
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Everybody wants to know that girl, |
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After midnight in Virginia's world |
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The man on the moon, the man on the moon, |
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He loves his children |
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The man on the moon, the man on the moon, |
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He calls to Virginia |
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The man on the moon, the man on the moon, |
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Loves Virginia...ah |
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Virginia is a witch! Virginia is a witch! |
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Her mother is a witch! Beware! Virginia is a witch! |
