Which witch was I with
Was it the white one
Or the one black
Whose enchantment led curvature
Was as caramel smooth
As bailey’s on ice
Was it the widow
Or the one married
With kids on her mind but caged
No she wasn’t quite right
To write or ride
Hm let me think
What sorcery blew my mind
Sweet as the salt on my shoulder
Licked by my tongue
After a dip in her ocean
On a Friday night