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 your 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 your leading me to



It's such an ancient pitch

But one I wouldn't switch

'Cause there's no nicer witch than you

There's no nicer witch than you