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 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