Witch Hunt

Chances are you may be crazy
But I'd say you're my kind of lady

Succubus, your mind of blades
Has ways to carve a winding maze
For those you like to trap and taunt
With leopard printed flaunt
Red's the color that you dress
From check to mate, you made me guess
And so I dared your cherry flair
The fiery hair you were born to wear to the

Witch hunt
Burning with cinnamon
A sweetness with a dash of deviance
Witch hunt
In smoke is where I met you
Spellbound, this time
You know I let you

It was your crimson lips with your tongue of whips
And now I taste insanity

Lured me with a wicked spell
To whirlwinds of a second hell
Losing, shifting, masking power
Conjuring the witching hour
So, high octane you choose to ride
With sorcery, your alibi
You're fuel injected, running lean
And I'm in perfect anarchy for the

Witch hunt
Burning with cinnamon
A sweetness with a dash of deviance
Witch hunt
In smoke is where I met you
Spellbound, this time
How could I let you?

So they say that you are evil
Collective heartache may be lethal
But, if the village ever turned on you
At the trial, you know I'd burn with you

Her values may be questionable
And some say she's just a tease
Well, if you wanna breathe fire
You gotta drink gasoline

Take me to the
Witch hunt
Burning with cinnamon
A sweetness with a dash of deviance
Witch hunt
In smoke is where I met you
Spellbound, this time