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Bewitched

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I was sat in Starbucks chewing on a muffin,
Outside the fag-addicts huffin' and puffin',
When into the shop walks this girl ragamuffin;
And sits down next to me.

Hair red as Stalin, skin pale as fog,
Clothes from Oxfam, eyes all agog,
Boots from Doc Martin, a grin like a frog.
And she turned to make this plea:

"Won't you buy us a java, mister?
Take pity on a thirsty sister?
If you spring for a java mister
You can come to my jamboree."

Ooh la la la la...

She was strikingly weird, intriguingly arty.
I went to the counter. I bought her a latte.
I asked her about the promised party...
She sipped teasingly.

When the coffee was gone she grabbed my hand,
Out in the street she said 'Alakazam!'
And suddenly we're in Wonderland,
For a night of revelry.

Ooh la la la la...

How I got home will never be known.
I had a three day headache. I lay in bed prone.
But now I'm back in Starbucks. All alone.
Bewitched by a memory:

"Won't you buy us a java, mister?
Take pity on a thirsty sister?
If you spring for a java mister
You can come to my jamboree."

Ooh la la la la...