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      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