TV witch, marooned in Eastwick
candle-light night trip,
go on,
wiggle some more
giggle some more
and be idle idle idle
call a rockstar here,
ring a cop there,
toss your salad-bowl air
decide what dressing to wear:
Caesar's or Oriental despair?
but please,
laugh, laugh as much as you can
we all know your teeth scare the hell out of men.
