Those fingers in my hair

That sly come hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

Its witchcraft

And Ive 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

Its such an ancient pitch

But one I wouldn't switch

Cause there's no nicer witch like you

Its such an ancient pitch

But one I wouldn't switch

Cause there's no nicer witch like you