Not all witches ride a broom
We all don't praise the fated doom
And some of us do have a soul
When did we sing out to the moon
Not every spell needs sacrifice
Sometimes we love to dance and laugh
October's a grand season, yes
We celebrate it like our last
Be careful who you tamper with
You'll hate unfortunate results
My point, of course, in all of this
To tell you that we can be bad
However, know that that's not it
If you met us you might be glad
We can be great and lots of fun
We love to go out for a ball
Don't judge a book by the cover
If you choose to you may feel mauled
Let this be your real reminder
We don't see souls like we see dolls