George Clinton - Rita Bewitched Lyrics
She tried to call usOn the telephone, wooohRita's bewitched, it's trueCos' when I answeredShe told me she was on her way overAnd it wouldn't take longMy dear Rita babeBy the fenceI duck and hideWastin' my mind aroundGirl, you oughta stay homeMy car sittin' right out backI was supposed to be goneI was supposed to be goneI don't know the way how, noShe done come cut'em onUponst her broomstick riding lowNext time you catch me on a ThursdayWhen I'm not at home with friendsWho don't want to meet youMy dear Rita babeCos' girl when I'm with youI cry out loudI scream stark raving mad babyOh yeah, oh yeahWhat I wanna sayIs never quite taken for grantedThat I might be afraidAbracadabra my footWell is it gonna be goodWell is it gonna be goodI'm not afraid of your flameBut don't let it burn my thangUponst her broomstick riding lowRita is bewitchedShe get down, she makes me itchLook out, Rita's bewitchedShe get down, make me itchShe got me marchin'She got us marchin'Rita don't wanna be aloneShe got me dreamin'She's gonna receivin'My body right down to the boneWee Gee board cannot expressWhat I find in each and every breathShe blows down my backOn in her heart she givesWhen I know she won't take it backAbracadabraHocus pocusAlakazamSo frightful, seems unrealAnd she knows she got hex appealWhat I wanna sayIs never quite taken for grantedThat I might be afraidRita is betwichedShe get down, she makes me itchRita is bewitchedShe get down, she makes me itchRita is bewitchedShe get down, she makes me itchLook out, Rita's bewitchedShe get down, make me itchShe got me burnin'She got us burnin'One hundred and ninety degreesGo tell your mamaBefore it's too lateRita's gonna burn the mother downCrystal ball cannot recallPast events and time we spentOn her basement floorOr in a '57 ChevyDown by the seashoreRita is bewitchedShe get down, she makes me itchLook out, Rita is bewitchedShe get down, she makes me itchRita is bewitchedShe get down, she makes me itchLook out, Rita is bewitchedLook out, Rita is bewitchedYeah, that old Black MagicGot me in her spellYeah, Rita, come on...Nothin' but a witchGimme an itchShe got me scared, ahAnd thrilled me babyRita...
