Introduction: Witchy woman1
Raven hair, and ruby lips, sparks fly from her finger tips.
Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight.
Hoo hoo witchy woman, see how high she flies.
Hoo hoo witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes.
Soft yet powerful guitars fooled around, scurried, and darted through her ears; the voices entwined in a way that was mysterious and dreamlike. She loved this, basking in her own fantasy haze.
She held me spellbound in the night dancing shadows and firelight.
Crazy laughter in another room and she drove herself to madness with the silver spoon.
Hoo hoo witchy woman, see how high she flies.
Hoo hoo witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes.
Pleasure took over her as she heard those guitars again. As she sat back and took it all in, her hair fell perfectly across the leather couch. She stretched her bare legs over the rest of the couch and cherished the cold leather that touched her skin. She was hot blooded. She loved the cold.
1 Witchy Woman by Eagles