Текст песни Witchcraft - Late Show - Live (1958/Chicago) - Ella Fitzgerald

Shades of Old Lucrezia Borgia
There's a devil in you tonight
And although my heart adores you, my head says it ain't right
Right to have you make advances, oh no
Under normal circumstances I'd go
But oh-
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 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'd never 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'd never switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft