ITCHY WOMAN
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[Verse 1]
She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break,
Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache,
Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell,
She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need your love, don’t want your name,
She lights the match and walks through the flame,
She’s got that itch, and it cuts down deep,
Like a red-hot secret you can’t keep.
[Chorus]
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
Boy, you ain't gonna win,
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
She’ll take your soul, wear it like skin.
[Verse 2]
She moves like smoke through a midnight track,
Her love’s a curse you can’t give back,
Leaves you twitchin’ like a man gone cracked,
It’s fire and brimstone ridin’ your back.
She once had love, but it turned to rust,
Now she don't trust nothin’ but dust,
Ain’t no tears left, just that crown of thorns,
A queen of wreckage and southern scorn.
[Pre-Chorus]
She won’t flinch when you start to beg,
She’ll drag your heart like a ball and chain leg,
She’ll twist your mind and turn you around,
With every whisper, you’re forever bound.
[Chorus]
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
Boy, you ain't gonna win,
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
She’ll take your soul, wear it like skin.
[Bridge]
Oh, it’s a wild ride, with a dangerous thrill,
You know she’ll haunt you, it’s a bitter pill,
So next time you see her, just think twice,
An Itchy Woman’s love comes with a price.
[Final Chorus]
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
Can’t escape the game,
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
You’ll never be the same.
Note: Inspired by the Eagles band, and their amazing “Witchy Woman”
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