| 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 |
| 'Cause it’s witchcraft, that crazy 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 |