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 is common sense?
It's witchcraft.
Wicked witchcraft.
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 wouldn't switch,
Cause there's no nicer witch than you.
It's witchcraft. [4x]
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