She pretended to be a Harry Potter witch.
I can fly, see me I can fly.
The book image of her true.

She shook her wand,
– sharp needle –
she wanted a better life.
She wanted a long skirt
a purple velvet jacket.
She wanted a broom and a friend.

Hey man, gimme more,
I will pay tomorrow.
Anything you want now.
I give you my wand and my broom.
Please don’t laugh, I can fly.
I can fly, I do.

Common girl, you crazy bitch,
keep away from me.
You fly too much,
you have no money, babe.
Nothing to gimme now, witch.

Please, please,
I need to fly,
I will die.
Please, please.
Gimme please.
I need to die.