[ Featuring the beautiful things ]
A Gulf Coast Pearl, a Woodlands girl
Her art was on my wall, I never had a chance at all
Well it's as fine as it should be, a little French company
She's sitting cross-leg on the floor, with one foot out the door
I'm pretty sure she's a witch, she casts her spell with red wine
I'm pretty sure she's a witch I'm getting high on Stroud 9
As far as I can see, she's painted over me
And it's prettier than sin, black tulips in the Wind
I'm pretty sure she's a witch, she casts her spell with red wine
I'm pretty sure she's a witch I'm getting high on Stroud 9, Stroud 9
I'm pretty sure she's a witch she cast her spell with red wine
I'm pretty sure she's a witch, her lips are soaked in wine, I'm getting high
Now she's dancing on the floor, and I can't take no more
Her Groove mesmerizes me, it's like Paris in the spring
I'm pretty sure she's a witch, she casts her spell with red wine
I'm pretty sure she's a witch
I'm getting high on Stroud 9, Stroud 9
I'm getting high, Stroud 9
