Witchcraft

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 that I wouldn't switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you.

'Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy 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 that I'd never switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you.