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She's got 13 ingredients in each of her potions,

She's got the wicked maté tea.

She has Leopard-skin slippers,

And a Martin D-18,

And one day she's gonna have me.

So I hoot like an owl, sacrifice some foul, and give my magic wand a twitch.

I leave my abode, I roll down the road...

To the forest to wrestle a live nude witch.

Little Circe is one beast of a wrestle,

She'll rattle everything in ya.

You're body she breakin',

Maybe your soul even takin'

But it's worth it just to feel her agin'ya.

I hoot like an owl, give her a growl, looks like I done found me a niche,

I left my abode, I rolled down the rode, now I'm wrestling a live nude witch.

Mornings with the wolves, afternoons with the Tigers,

And in the evening she plays with the Bears.

Her merciless curves have been playing on my nerves,

God, I love hearing her coming up the stairs.

She hoots like an owl, gives me growl,

This woman's got one wicked itch.

I've sold my abode, now I'm flying down her road,

On the broomstick of this live nude witch.

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Keep your guard up -- Happy Wrestling.