The witch in me sleeps
in velvet sheets, she seduces
my dear husband into chores
in our own little house on the banks
of the Mississippi in Louisiana

earned on my own
out of the lusts of men
I was popular, I enjoyed
all my sins as long
as I needed them

for there's no success
in settling the slogan
in which nobody believes
except my dear husband
who doesn't want to lose me

We will share and share alike
without greed or anger
without gluttony and jealousy
I'll only keep the luxury
of laziness a little longer