Original lyrics
ENDo you think you'll die before it's late?
I won't let you lie till you tell me I'm right.
Better wish you may, better wish you might.
This little wish made out of spite.
And I'll never leave you alone
Till you admit how strong I've grown
I'll make a forest come out of a comb
And you'll be lost and never get home
You better pray to an angel for your soul to keep
Your body is mine, it's you that I'll reap
I'll turn myself into a knife
So that the closer I get the more I take your life
And I'll never leave you alone
Till you admit how strong I've grown
Did I tell you I'm not your bitch on loan?
I'm a witch, a hag, a crone.
