[SISTERS]
Shom! Digga dukka dukka huh! Huh!
Shom! Digga dukka dukka huh! Huh!

[THE YOUNG WITCH, spoken]
I'm tired of pretending I'm some quiet little hipster, reading alone in my tiny apartment, minding my business

(sung)
My place is dank and there's a mad-ass ghost
At night he bangs and booms the attic floor —
But hey, I think I locked that door?
On every sill: a charming crayon black
To keep the imps away, 'cause imps don't play;
They just feast on my cats all day

Odd incantations...
Grisly persuasions...
A few immolations...
Just what I'm into
Just what I sin to, like my kin do

The real me is a sharp hitch
She's a good witch
With a dark switch
Ev'rybody gonna think I'm too polite
But I'll send you a fright
If you don't do me right
And that's the real me
Sister, you feel me?
Yeah, that's the real me
Sister, you feel me?
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