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
