Witchcraft

Those fingers in my hair, that sly come hither stare

Leaves 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?

Because it's witchcraft, that 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 leaving me to

And it's such and ancient pitch, one that I would never switch

Because there ain't no nicer witch than you

'Cause it's witchcraft, that wicked witchcraft

Done 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 leaving me to

It's such and ancient pitch, one that I would never switch

There ain't no nicer witch than you

Who, me? Than you

Not me, than you

Hey, you little witch