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 my
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