Do you think you'll die before it's late? I won't let you lie till you tell me I'm right. Better wish you may, better wish you might. This little wish made out of spite. And I'll never leave you alone Till you admit how strong I've grown I'll make a forest come out of a comb And you'll be lost and never get home You better pray to an angel for your soul to keep Your body is mine, it's you that I'll reap I'll turn myself into a knife So that the closer I get the more I take your life And I'll never leave you alone Till you admit how strong I've grown Did I tell you I'm not your bitch on loan? I'm a witch, a hag, a crone.