She walks the streets alone
Late nights on her phone
Shes got spells to cast
And for money, she'll make it last
She's not your ordinary witch
She's a mean trash talking bitch
She'll take your money and have a good time
Buy a round for her friends and do another fat line
But don't mess with her
Satan's on her shoulder
And he's wrapped around her finger
No whoa whoa
She walks the streets alone
Late nights on her phone
She's got spells to cast
And for money, she'll make it last
Walking on the dark side of the line
Going out looking for a fight
Not another Wiccan from the suburbs
She's from the street and she'll destroy every man that she meets
But don't mess with her
Satan's on her shoulder
And he's wrapped around her finger
No whoa whoa
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Could do better than an Owner of a lonely heart
She walks the streets alone
Late nights on her phone
She's got spells to cast
And for money, she'll make it last