Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
Its witchcraft
And Ive got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do cause its witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, its strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to Its such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldnt switch
cause theres no nicer witch than you