Guylashes - The Weirde Sister Lyrics

Coming to your town on an old-fashioned broom
The sultan of séance, the goddess of gloom
Her signature scent comes from her newt's-eye shampoo
She emerges from the mist
The Weirde Sister
Soft and gentle as a kiss
The Weirde Sister
Don't blink or you may just miss her; the weirde sister

Well, this January she's 108
She's been speaking tongues since she was in 2nd grade
Yet she's all alone because no one can relate
To the life that she lives
The Weirde Sister
She still has a heart in her ribs
The Weirde Sister

If all the world could switch
They'd see it's hard being a witch
They'd see that the magic's all-to-real
For those in touch with what they feel

So, keep out an eye for cauldrons full of dry ice
She'll be by your side through these dark and stormy nights
She doesn't care if you've been naughty or nice
True hearts can't resist her
The Weirde Sister
With all the strength of a mister
The Weirde Sister
She'll slip through your room like a whisper
The weirde sister