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  1. Morella

From the album "Girl In A Box"

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Written By Andrea Wittgens / Corinne Lee / Fred Young

Recording produced by Geoff Stanfield

Andrea Wittgens: vocals, wurli
Dave LeBolt: orchestration

Lyrics

MORELLA

Andrea Wittgens, Corinne Lee, Fred Young

Once was a lady Morella
Skin like a porcelain doll
Songs from her lips drive a man to the tip top
Teeter on the edge of her magic breath

He marries the songbird Morella
A union of syrup gone sour
She bends him in spells with tonic she sells
As romances but these trances are just murderous advances

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick Tock, your voice it never stops
Morella from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me

You’re losing your luster, Morella
Laughing from your deathbed you say
“You hate me in life but you’ll love me in death”
What a curious crumb from a last breath

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick Tock, your voice it never stops
Morella from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me

Left me a daughter peculiar
Sings from the tongue of her mother
A child with no name til the baptism day
To the ear of the priest returns the deceased

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick Tock, your voice it never stops
Morella from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me

Morella, you will have the last laugh
Tick Tock, your voice it never stops
Morella from the lips of a babe
You call me
Call me
You call me
Call me
You call me
Call me