The Witching Hour

(álbum: New Religion - 2010)

Don't try to hide it, I can read you like a book
I know your kind of girl
I can tell just by the way you look
So sweet and innocent but you're filthy inside out
I know you want it too
Gonna have my wicked ways with you

I want your love, come feel my body
I can't get enough
I need your touch, come closer to me
Come on, come on, come on

In the witching hour
I'm burning like a funeral pyre
Feel the power
In the dead of the night I'm feeding on your love

You screams of pleasure and your make-up smothered face
You're nothing but a whore with your body on display
Not sweet or innocent but filthy inside out
Say that you want it too, gonna love you black and blue

I want your love, come feel my body
I can't get enough
I need your touch, come closer to me
I said come on, come on, come on

In the witching hour
I'm burning like a funeral pyre
Feel the power
In the dead of the night I'm feeding on your love

In the witching hour

I'm burning, I'm feeding on your love

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