Witchcraft

Those fingers in my hair

That sly come hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

It's witchcraft

And I've got no defence for it

The heat is too intense for it

What good would common sense for it do?

'Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft

And although, I know, it's strictly taboo, Lord

When you arouse the need in me

My heart says yes indeed 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

When you arouse the need in me

My heart says yes indeed

And 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, yeah

There's no nicer witch than you