SEASON OF THE WITCH
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When I look over my shoulder (what happens then?)
What do you think I see? (Mm)
Some other cat looking over (shadoop, shadoop)
Over his shoulder at me (ah, at me)
And he's strange, so strange (so strange)
He's very strange to me
You've got to pick up every stitch (gonna be)
You've got to pick up every stitch (gonna be, gonna be)
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
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