On Graveyard Hill Pixies

[Verse 1]
And when the moon grows smaller
Donna picks out a flower
Gives her a witchy power
There in the witching hour
In the witching hour

Donna's taking her potion
Eating all my devotion
Fucking up my emotion
In the witching hour
Donna picks her a flower
In the witching hour

[Chorus]
On the graveyard hill
She's calling out her curse
I'm taking my last breath
With each chapter and each verse
And soon I will be killed

[Verse 2]
In the poisonous forest
Donna lights up her torches
Her eyes are flying saucers
Her hair is black and gorgeous