When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That is strange So strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Mmm-hmm, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see? Some other cat lookin' over His shoulder at me And he's strange Sure is strange You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
Anima Noira
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