loch lomond
turn your head to the side
so i can
fill your ears with tin foil and wax
tie your arm to my arm
so we can
make our plans for this slow
slow weekend
i'm a curse i'm a curse i'm a curse on you
you're a joy
you're a joy to me
you're in love
silver dollars on my little eyes
wash my face free of dirt
lie beside my side and sleep
i'm a curse
i'm a curse on you
i am a witch
i'm a witch