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