Rita Bewitched - Lyrics - George Clinton

She tried to call us On the telephone Rita´s bewitched, it´s true ´Cause when I answered She told me she was on her way over And it wouldn´t take long My dear Rita babe By the fence I duck and hide Wasting my time around Girl you oughta stay home My car sittin´ right out back I was supposed to be gone (x2) She done come cut ´em on Uponst her broomstick riding low Next time you catch me on a Thursday When I´m not at home with friends Who don´t want to meet you My dear Rita babe ´Cause girl when I´m with you I cry out loud, scream stark raving mad Baby ooh yeah, oooh yeah What I want to say Is never quite take for granted That I might be afraid Abracadabra my foot Well is gonna be good? (x2) I´m not afraid of your flame But don´t let it burn my thang Uponst her broomstick ridin´ low Rita is bewitched Look out, Rita´s bewitched She get down make me itch She got me marching Rita don´t wanna be alone She´s got me dreaming She´s gonna be receiving my body Right down to the bone Wee Gee board cannot express What I find in each breath She blows down my back Or in her heart she gives when I know she won´t take it back Abracadabras, hocus-pocus, alakazam So frightful, seems unreal She knows she got hex appeal What I wanna say Is never quite taken for granted That I might be afraid Rita´s bewitched look out Rita´s bewitched Rita She´s got me burnin´ (x2) One hundred and ninety degrees Go tell your mama Before it´s too late Rita´s gonna burn the mother down Crystal ball, cannot recall Past events and time we spent On her basement floor Or in a ´57 Chevy Down by the seashore Rita is bewitched Look out... Rita is bewitched Look out That old Black Magic Got me in her spell Nothin´ but a witch Give me an itch