Met a woman on a drunken night with black hair and the darkest eyes she took me home and she danced real good but I didn't see her devil foot.
Gotta get out of the witch house gotta get out of the witch house she is dancing with the dead I don't wanna be her gingerbread
Tried to run far away but she found me all her demons and hell hounds around me I couldn't speak for I was in a shock she said: You'll gonna be my little dog
Since she caught me I do feel fine I am hers and she is mine I will follow her into hell just to stay with my spooky girl
Never get out of the witch house never get out of the witch house Now we're dancing with the dead I'm so happy just to be her pet