there's a girl with hair that gleams of starlight
she walks the halls like she is dancing on the moon
they say she likes to walk around at midnight
i know she likes to sing aloud on hazy afternoons

and oh she's one of them
she looks like heaven and feels like hell
oh when she looks at you
you fall under her spell

we don't talk about the coven
at least, not when they're around
the whispers fill the halls
but when they walk by we don't make a sound
they're full of dark, they're full of life, they're full of loving
everyone fears them, wants to be near them, near to the coven

there's a girl with laughter like a poison
she throws her head back and her tongue unravels like a roll of thread
she don't adhere to rhyme or reason
and when you least expect it she can get into your head

and oh she's one of them
she looks like heaven and feels like hell
oh when she looks at you
you fall under her spell

we don't talk about the coven
at least, not when they're around
the whispers fill the halls
but when they walk by we don't make a sound
they're full of dark, they're full of life, they're full of loving
everyone fears them, wants to be near them, near to the coven

there's a girl who tastes just like the feeling
you get when you are walking by yourself on darkened streets
you meet her eyes and she can send you reeling
she never says a word to anybody that she meets

and oh she's one of them
she looks like heaven and feels like hell
oh when she looks at you
you fall under her spell

we don't talk about the coven
at least, not when they're around
the whispers fill the halls
but when they walk by we don't make a sound
they're full of dark, they're full of life, they're full of loving
everyone fears them, wants to be near them, near to the coven
everyone fears them, wants to be near them, near to the coven
near to the coven
near to the coven