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 youThanks to thudord@yahoo.com