Bitchin’
She told me it was the “Season of the Witch.” I told her it was the month of October. I got a slap and a mysteriously itchy groin for my troubles.
I wouldn’t have dallied in the meadows of sin if I knew this was how I was going to suffer.
She told me it was the “Season of the Witch.” I told her it was the month of October. I got a slap and a mysteriously itchy groin for my troubles.
I wouldn’t have dallied in the meadows of sin if I knew this was how I was going to suffer.