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?

Because it's witchcraft,
That 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

And it's such an ancient pitch,
One did I would never switch,

Because there's no nicer witch than you

'Cause it's witchcraft,
That crazy witchcraft,
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 would not switch,
There aint no nicer witch than you
Than you
Who? Me?
Than yon
Not me.
Than you