Those fingers
In my hair
That sly
Come-hither stare
That strips my
Conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no
Defense for it
The heat is too
Intense for it
What good would,
Common sense,
For it do?
'Cause it's witchcraft
Wicked witchcraft
And although I know
It's strictly taboo
When you arouse
The need in me
My heart says 'yes'
Indeed in me
Proceed with what
You're leading me to
It's such an
Ancient pitch
But one
I wouldn't switch
'Cause there's no
Nicer witch
Than you
When you arouse
The need in me
My heart says 'yes'
Indeed in me
Proceed with what
You're leading me to
It's such an
Ancient pitch
But one
I wouldn't switch
For there's no
Nicer witch
Than you...
'Cause there's no
Nicer witch
Than you...