Oh my darling, hear me howling I'll slice you to the moon I can be a witch, a bitch, a murderer Show you the tricks, the kicks I prefer So I leave my note and hit the road and roam.
— Kovacs
Oh my darling, hear me howling I'll slice you to the moon I can be a witch, a bitch, a murderer Show you the tricks, the kicks I prefer So I leave my note and hit the road and roam.
— Kovacs