Laundry means I’m going down
To the basement where I know she can be found.
In the darkness there she dwells.
Pointy fingers, razor teeth, decaying smell.
There’s a witch in my basement, waiting there.
There’s a witch in my basement, after me I swear…
And I don’t wanna go with her.
All my friends they think I’m nuts.
They haven’t seen her in the shadows creeping up.
Every time I turn my back,
I feel her rotten breath crawl up and down my neck.
Don't go down.
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