From time ago she lives in a tale,
from which she doesn't want to get out,
enchanted she sleeps with the pillow,
and she forgot laughing.
They say she's the witch, with stiletto heels
accomplice of Lucifer,
they say she was a star, but the bottle,
finished her till it drove her crazy.
Stop my fairy, guest star
victim of dislike,
get on the car, queen of the night,
forget your bad mood.
Bewitched she lives chained,
to an old TV set,
and about Samantha, they say she was a muse,
of some mediocre painter.
Everything was waste, queen of the night
If only they could see you now!
they say you were a sexy twinkling star
but the bottle ended with your power.
Stop my witch, with stiletto heels,
victim of dislike,
hurry up wrap up in the breeze,
forget your bad mood.
Stop my fairy, guest star
victim of dislike.
Stop my witch, with stiletto heels,
victim of dislike,
hurry up wrap up in the breeze,
forget your bad mood.
Stop.
Stop my fairy, revenge games
victim of dislike,
get on the car, queen of the night,
forget your bad mood.
Stop my fairy, guest star
victim of dislike,
get on the car, queen of the night,
forget your bad mood.
Stop.