Maleficent Draw Draw. Draw, You draw me in white. You draw at the table, you draw at the ship, you draw for the hell of it. And you spin the web that captures the wind that pulls the sail, that feeds the boats above my head. Curtaining the night. From the demons. The devil laughs but you look away and play the table, and dear Mr. Donald protects the house. And you thank him for sure . We are lucky that we aren't a shore for the flood would ruin the floor and make you unhappy.