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 +5 "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