There’s a witch inside our photo booth
      Who’s as mean as mean can be,
For when I saw my photograph,
       I knew it wasn’t me.

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The woman in the picture
     Was a monster, vampire, worse!
The witch inside that photo booth
       Had put on me a curse.

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This ugly person had blue hair
     And wrinkles on her face,
And, instead of my own lovely smile,
     Well what was in its place?

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A scowling ugly face looked back,
     With evil looking eyes,
So when I saw this photograph,
      Imagine my surprise!

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My husband said: 'That's not you dear!
      Well ask just anyone,'
And I heard the sound of laughter,
     For the witch thought it was fun.

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I called the manager across
     And said: 'Look here my man!
Your photo booth is telling lies!
      Do something if you can.'

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'The time has surely come to rid
     Your store of such as she!'  

But with a shrug, he laughed and said:
    'Well, it looks like you to me.'

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