Come out, come out, wherever you are Those fingers in your hair That sly, come hither stare That strips your conscience bare, it's witchcraft And you'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 indeed, indeed Proceed with what you're leading me to It's such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no one I'd rather bewitch than you Abracadabra, baby Oh, what is this spell that's come over me? Those fingers in my hair Ba-da-ba-lee-dum, that sly, come hither stare That's the one that strips my conscience bare Ooh, it's witchcraft You know I know it is And I've got no defense for it Oh no you don't, the heat is too intense for it Burnin' up, what good would common sense for it do Buh-do-buh-do, 'Cause it's withcraft Wicked witchcraft ANd I know--I know--I know, it's strictly taboo When you arouse the need in me My heart says indeed, indeed Proceed with what you're leading me to Bippity-boppity-boo It's such an ancient pitch Ooh but honey, it's one I wouldn't switch Why's that? 'Cause there's no nicer witch (AHAHAHA) than You Now, why don't you hop on my broomstick and let's take a ride? Oh, you little devil