Verse: Her moody eyes silver like moonlight Her easy laugh not prone to fight Her restless skin soft globe thistle white Her voice rings like a bell through the night Pre-chorus: She flows like water A motherless daughter Chorus: She's a witch She cats the rules, a peagan She's a witch She bonds with other women She's a witch She can make things happen She's a witch Verse 2: Her feelings wise doesn't need facts Her truth is blunt doesn't need tact Her presence sure doesn't need black Her dottiness doesn't need a pack