She used to make confessions to the priests who sat with them.
Now she believes in magic,
signs and cards and stars and things.
Bad magic,
bad magic game she's in.
Now don't you try to understand her,
she might just pull you in.
She wears black shrouds and flowing rails,
when you see her you can't help but believe
those tales.
Bad magic, bad magic game she's in.
Now don't you try to understand her,
she might just pull you in.
She once was full of pretty thoughts
like books and flowers and hymns,
just lately we've
all noticed that the signs are changing.
Bad magic,
bad magic game she's in.
Now don't
you try to understand her,
she might just pull you in.
Yeah!
Shake hands with the devil, say hello to hell.
If I was you I'd let her play her game by herself.
Bad magic,
bad magic game she's in.
Yeah!
Now don't you try to understand her,
she might just pull you in.
Yeah!