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The Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

Copyright © 2018, Martyn Adams, Gordon Ayshford. All rights reserved. 

 

Verse 1  

Flowers on cotton and butterflies on silk 

Frilly little neckline on skin fresh as milk 

My heart has been taken to a place old and dark 

By a girl with the cold eyes... of a dead Mako shark  

 

Verse 2 

We walk and we talk, and share a lover's bed 

I'm caught in her spell, like a fly in a web 

It's the price I have paid, to get myself laid. 

Now the witch has a toy boy... and I'm very, very afraid 

 

Chorus 

The girl who wears bluebells, the bitch from Seven Hells 

She's the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm caught in her spell, and I'm headed for Hell 

For the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm a fool... <you're a fool...>… Falling... for the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm a fool... <you're a fool...>… Falling... for the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

 

Verse 3 

She'll caress like a chain saw slicing through bread 

Enjoys the night-time, dancing with the dead 

She rides like a panther astride a gazelle 

And prefers the company... of her lovers from Hell! 

 

Chorus  

The girl who wears bluebells, the bitch from Seven Hells 

She's the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm caught in her spell, and I'm headed for Hell 

For the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

 

Chorus Outro

The girl who wears bluebells, the bitch from Seven Hells 

She's the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm caught in her spell, and I'm headed for Hell 

For the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells  

I'm a fool...<you're a fool...>... Falling... for the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm a fool...<you're a fool...>... Falling... for the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm a fool...<you're a fool...>... Falling... for the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

I'm a fool...<you're a fool...>... Falling... for the Witch, the Witch of Tunbridge Wells 

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