I was on the inside looking out for you    You were on the outside looking in    We were    Witchy coven of    White women    We knew a lot about original sin    We were protected by the police crimewave    Gangster computer with a bloody touch    There were    So many of us    But not enough    Maybe much, too much, too much, too much       I met you on a Monday    It was Friday night    You were doing all right    'Cos it was Saturday night    And we were    Night bitches, white witches    We lived under the city    We were doing alright       We ran around in circles casting spells all night    Terrorising kids and causing a fight    I put a spell on you    You put a spell on me    But we just couldn't spell love without consulting a white.    She said:    "Some girls wish that they were teenage bitches    Other girls want to be lesbian witches    But I ain't wishy-washy    A witchy witchy    I just wish someone would wash me when I get too itchy"    Now    We were married by the priestess on high    Lesbian lovers 'til the day we die    We were    Hot girls    But we    Had a query    If withc marries witch, which witch am I    But every fairytale has to end some time, honey    The chief of police    He wanted too much money    Pulled up his britches    Locked up a bunch of bitches    Threw away the key 'cos he thought it was funny       So that's the story of how we found each other    Living as witches in an LA cave    We were    Rockstars, baby    We were, we were white women    We were trouble, trouble, trouble    We just couldn't behave       Now we're just dancing for the boys in the coastguard    Nobody knows that we are witches in love    They treat us    So bad    Make us    So sad    We just cried, cried like we were doves, cried like a dove    But every now and then we'd get a reminder of    The days when we could wrap ourselves in witchy, witchy love    I'd go up on you    You go down on me    We go round, round, round    And we strap on the dirty glove    Go to the store now, get us something good to eat, baby    Microwave the shoshimi    Cos it takes blood sugar and lots of energy    To shuffle your feet    And go dancing with me    Tonight!       Tonight!       Tonight!       Ton-ight!       ['Woo's to the end]