I was a witch in the time of DescartesnA time of secrets andnHiding my artnFought for my soulnBut they tried to tear it apartnSaw the ashes of my friends floating by...floating by....floating bynnWho does she think she isnLonely girl in a lonely worldnWho does she thing she isnLonely girl in a lonely worldnnI am a virgin, I am a whorenI am a saint and a sinner galorenI am the inventor of my own traditionnI am the ruler of my intuitionnnI was a whore in the temple of Babylon artsnI know the key and the form of your heartnI know how to make you tremble and groannGot the power of the universe inside my ownnnWho does she think she isnLonely girl in a lonely worldnWho does she think she isnLonely girl in a lonely worldnnI am a virgin, I am a whorenI am a saint and a sinner galorenI am the inventor of my own traditionnI am the ruler of my intuition