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, in-deed" in me, "Proceed with what you're leadin' me to!"

It's such an ancient pitch

But one I wouldn't switch

"Cause there’s no nicer witch than you!