© 2011 by Big Bad Gina, written by Renée Janski
There's a Butch Wytch walking right toward me,
With pliers in her pocket and a spell on her key ring.
Her hair is short and spiky and nails cut short.
In the pouch around her neck she
carries quartz and mugwort.
She watches the Moon and in
Goddess she believes.
She has cinnamon and lavender up
her plaid flannel sleeve, if you know what i mean.
I thought she was the hottest magickal dyke I'd ever seen.
Oh, Butch Wytch, where will you play tonight?
Riding your Harley broom, sporting
Levis so tight.
Oh, Butch Wytch, can I follow you?
Can we make a little Magick like Wild Wimmin do?
Butch Wytch, I saw you working at the Wimmin's Land.
Cuttin firewood, breaking limbs with your bare hands.
Then you cast a circle and lit a fire and called
East, South, West, North and I so admire…
the way you move in this community,
helping folks wherever the need might be.
You look so sexy when you raise your ritual blade,
I will be your Aphrodite and your singing Mermaid.
Singing, Girl, you really got me going - you got me so I don't know what I'm doing. uh, uh, uh
Yeah, you really got now, you got me so I can't sleep at night
My Butch Wytch fell in love with me,
No spell needed it was plain to see
Our first kiss has lasted many moons now
Then passion flares, bow chicka bow wow
Our cone of power rises and I feel the Earth under me,
Everybody knows, Pagans do it naturally!
I love the Butch Wytch and simply put:
The Goddess is Alive and Magick is afoot!