Demon Woman Flight of the Conchords

Demon woman
Demon woman

Demon woman
Your hair is like silk
Whilst you're curdling my milk
I know not of what ilk thou art

Demon woman, woman demon

Demon woman
You sit on a rock
Looking nice in your frock
But you're scaring my livestock

Demon woman, woman demon

Demon woman
You're making me moan
Turn my bone into stone
You're taking me home
To meet your familiars

Nice to meet you
You cast your spell
Very well