Martyn MacDonald Adams
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