Grimoire

She has a green face and flying monkeys
She wears scarves and leather and lace
She lives in Africa, on the island of Ææa
In a tower, in a chicken-leg hut, in Peoria

She is solitary
She comes in threes
She's a member of a coven
Sometimes she's a he

When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door

She rides a broomstick, or a bicycle
She's all freedom and speed and scorch
She is stunning, hideous, hesitant, confident
Curious, furious, glorious, monstrous
She is our downfall
She's our deliverance

She's a higher being
Surrounded by beasts
She's lurking in the forest
She lives deliciously

When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door
Ooh Ah Ooh
Ooh Ah Ah Ooh
Write your grimoire
Speak your grammar
Make it grimmer
Cast your glamour
Write your grimoire
Speak your grammar
Make it grimmer
Cast your glamour

She has a taste for incantation
She's got a sulfur tooth
She reads the cards and stars
Making magic in the margins
Is it myth, is it music, is it truth

She's a pagan priestess
The Witch of the East
In Ancient Egypt
Or New York City

When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door, what do you see
When she opens the door
Ooh Ah Ooh
Ooh Ah Ah Ooh
Write your grimoire
Speak your grammar
Make it grimmer
Cast your glamour