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 a need in me My heart says, "Yes, indeed!" to me Proceed with what you're leading me to It's such an ancient pitch, but one I wouldn't 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 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 a need in me My heart says, "Yes, indeed!" to me Proceed with what you're leading me to It's such an ancient pitch, but one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you