She tried to call us
On the telephone, woooh
Rita's bewitched, it's true
Cos' 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
Wastin' my mind around
Girl, you oughta stay home
My car sittin' right out back
I was supposed to be gone
I was supposed to be gone
I don't know the way how, no
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
Cos' girl when I'm with you
I cry out loud
I scream stark raving mad baby
Oh yeah, oh yeah
What I wanna say
Is never quite taken for granted
That I might be afraid
Abracadabra my foot
Well is it gonna be good
Well is it gonna be good
I'm not afraid of your flame
But don't let it burn my thang
Uponst her broomstick riding low
Rita is bewitched
She get down, she makes me itch
Look out, Rita's bewitched
She get down, make me itch
She got me marchin'
She got us marchin'
Rita don't wanna be alone
She got me dreamin'
She's gonna receivin'
My body right down to the bone
Wee Gee board cannot express
What I find in each and every breath
She blows down my back
On in her heart she gives
When I know she won't take it back
Abracadabra
Hocus pocus
Alakazam
So frightful, seems unreal
And she knows she got hex appeal
What I wanna say
Is never quite taken for granted
That I might be afraid
Rita is betwiched
She get down, she makes me itch
Rita is bewitched
She get down, she makes me itch
Rita is bewitched
She get down, she makes me itch
Look out, Rita's bewitched
She get down, make me itch
She got me burnin'
She got us burnin'
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
She get down, she makes me itch
Look out, Rita is bewitched
She get down, she makes me itch
Rita is bewitched
She get down, she makes me itch
Look out, Rita is bewitched
Look out, Rita is bewitched
Yeah, that old Black Magic
Got me in her spell
Yeah, Rita, come on...
Nothin' but a witch
Gimme an itch
She got me scared, ah
And thrilled me baby
Rita...
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Rita Bewitched Lyrics

George Clinton – Rita Bewitched Lyrics