Please get out of my dreams and into my circle of salt
I could lay you down and you could let me take you
To a place where this private ritual is sacred
I've come to learn that life is what you make it
If I had a life with you just think where we could take it
To the moon and back
I'm ready to attack
Hella love drunk
Fucking wasted
I am preparing for this tryst with excitement
Thinking about the diamonds in your eyes and when they shine the brightest
Righteous
I'm not threatened by you No not even in the slightest
Cold heart with the ice lips
Caught up in you just like Michael Hutchence so I might just
Die within a trance of a gyration of those wide hips
You can tell by the porcelain skin I'm a white witch
I used a heart not a pen just to write this