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 

She flows like water 
A motherless daughter 

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 

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