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 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